Blackfoot Forest Bad decisions, that's alright

she had been unmoving, yet rose only by the call of liri who had been named leader by aaron, the one who had abandoned them. she never knew she could hate anyone, she had not even hated kierkegaard after all he had done because she could not bring herself to wish ill upon any soul, guilty or not. yet, in that moment, she hated aaron. amara hated aaron odolf. what had he brung her but disappointment and sadness, whisked her away from her blossoming life by his charm and persuasion to shove her into a corner only for a reign of disaster to fall upon him, for her to idly sit by and treat his wounds like she had been led to believe was her only job in life. to be his wife. nothing more, nothing less. and yet, he had turned the cards on her once more and left them in their time of need to chase after a girl who clearly did not give a care for him, after they had treated her with all they had to offer during the famine. yet, amara wished aaron would find his beloved sister, they were meant for each other, two leeches, two betrayers. it made her crimes look like nothing in her mind. and she could not bring herself to care. aaron had abandoned them, abandoned her when they needed him the most.

he was dead to her.

she sat, with what remained of their pack as liri spoke. family. they were no family anymore. family did not leave, family did not turn their backs on each other. they were simply a group. sen and liri would do well as leaders, for they sure were strong enough for the part. never had amara been told she her efforts were applaudible, never had she been looked at like she was worthy being called an alpha. she was only little, innocent amara, and yet, she was not even that anymore. she had nothing to say.
she turned her head away from the group. they did not need her, they had never needed her.