Blackfeather Woods The one and only silver coin

The news of Moonlit Hills failment did not come as a suprise, but a confrimation of her suspcions. What else could she expect? It was Malice, slower than an ox and wider than one too. But, it also showed how incompetent the Moonlit wolves were also; the lack of Malice should have done no harm to them but a trouble of electing a new Alpha. If they could not even uphold their own home with the loss of a shitty leader, what credibility did the silvery wolf standing before her have, to be accepted into a place of high prestige? Yet, she did not dwell on the eye-rollable discovery; it was the least of her problems. 

"Many problems? I don't recall that being the case when you attacked me defending her," She did not believe one word of it. Silver obviously only claimed to hate Malice after the female had left them for Burke, leaving the Moonlit pack butt-hurt and sad. No matter, Damien could believe what he liked, his lack of judgement was not her concern. Her duty was to clean up the mess after it had been made, not start a new one.

"Very well. Whatever she does is on you," And with that, she turned her attention away from the debate, yet the smallest bit pleased that Damien had somehow learned his place from the very abrupt encounter. Damien would rule, and he would rule gloriously, but he knew nothing of experiance. He would have to learn that the world would never bow at his feet the way he acted it did, the way she had to learn she could not control everything; no matter her rank. Yet, she knew a rebel from the rest, for she had been one herself. Silver was not a Blackfeather wolf, and never would she be. Her emotions for others, enemies of the Dark Brotherhood, were still evident within her words, her defensive tone. Regardless of what Silver believed, Nemesis was not a reckles emotional. However, she had learned through trials of great distress, that the past always caught up with the present; nobody ever truly changed. 

She turned away from Damien; giving him one last look that spoke volumes of urgency. They needed to speak. Many things were on the rise for the dark pack, and the sooner they met, the sooner the plans were in progress.

Yet as she passed, an irrtation for the silvery girl's presence scratched at the back of her mind. She paused in her foot steps, her head turning to meet the eyes of the stranger. "The next time you dare to defy me will be the last time you have a tongue," And that was a promise. No other in Blackfeather Woods got away with speaking to Nemesis like Silver had, not even Damien, and a former Moonlit wolf would be no acception to her wrath, for she was not afraid to harm the girl, even if it looked traitorus. Silver was not a Blackfeather wolf; and her disapperance was inevitable.

That was, if Nemesis could help it.