Blackfeather Woods only a madman likes the pain

The girl casted her eyes away from the mismatched eyes. She was not sure where she would go. Follow her father? Find a new life to live. She wouldn't know. But she couldn't survive on her own so she was stuck here. She just shrugged lightly. Maybe if her father was so happy then she could join his happy life. But in a way, she could feel that Cicero was right. She remembered how that mega deer reacted to her wanting to hurt others. She was dark, she had a darkness. Maybe other packs wouldn't accept that of her. She would have to hide her true self. Could she be true here within the darkness?

The information about Potema was new to her. She frowned with the idea of it. Potema wanted to take those children? Why? Burke would never allow that. Was that why they were running? To protect her younger brothers? To protect them from her wicked ways? Her magic and weird chanting? The girl left disgusted if her sister had made them leave. She knew it. The girl knew that her older siblings would do something so dark. Yet, she just realized she was dark too. Was she just as dark as them? Perhaps so. And if she was so dark as them was she even allowed to be mad at Potema? "I miss them too," she then admitted very quietly. Her father would have known what to do...

The girl moved her pale eyes back towards her bother's face. "Do you think I belong here?," she asked her brother. "What pieces should I pick up if there aren't any pieces left?," she questioned. After all she didn't feel she had a connection with anyone. Perhaps Cicero. He showed that he could open up and spark a discussion within her. Maybe she could trust Cicero, but she lacked trust in Damien, Potema and all the others of her pack. Frankly she didn't even want Xan close anymore. He had not even been looking for her, he clearly didn't care for her. "Even plants don't make me happy anymore," she admitted to the other. They brought her so much joy, yet all that joy had vanished the moment she needed to mourn another loss.