The Sentinels don't let me down

With her head held high the woman walked from the forest, refusing to look back, refusing to crumble. She'd shown a great maturity that day not exposing the real reason that Aria wanted her gone. Her jealous swept her up, feeling slighted by a male who was no longer there. Rowan couldn't help that situation. If she could have, she would have done what was in her power. The witch could only focus her energies on the children she was growing to give them strength. 

Through the forest a howling wind began, shaking the ancient trees and disrupting the peace of the lands. The witch did not duck down, she did not balk. She continued through the lands, past the fairy ring and her den - she didn't spare a thought to the location as the storm began and swept up. She was stronger than the winds, she was stronger than the jealousy and hatred rooted in the Alpha's heart. 

She was not afraid. She would manage. She felt assured of that.