Sleeping Dragon 808s & heartbreak

Wildfire spent the first few days after the attack sleeping off the pain. Only now, as she began the long recovery process, did she have time to reflect on what had happened to her. Saena's attack troubled her, the severity and brutality of it. Her half-sister had turned on her without warning, nearly killing her. They had never been friends, yet they had been friendly. She couldn't help but wonder if Saena had overreacted because of her long, violent and bitter history with the Redhawks. Maybe she had just snapped, after all this time. More likely, she had always been this unpredictable and treacherously two-faced.

The Bandrona was dwelling when the smell of blood announced the arrival of meat à la the pack's Feisripa. Wildfire tried to smile when Freyja popped her head into the doorway, yet between the physical damage and emotional trauma, she couldn't quite manage. Nor could she do so much as stand, not with the wound on her thigh. It was still painful but it was also dry and itchy due to scabbing. As a matter of fact, her entire body was covered in similar, dreadfully itchy scabs.

Turning her head to the side—her right eye was still partially swollen shut—Wildfire peered at the pup for a moment before saying, "That for me?" in the lightest tone she could manage. It came out as more of a flat croak.