Stone Circle i'm an assassin tho, it's what i do

If her body wasn't so in shock then she might've fainted right there, but Evelyn wasn't so lucky as to catch even the smallest of breaks these days. The furious snaps and breaks were what pulled her forth, and what continued pulling her closer, even as Day ripped a leg from the woman's body and began tearing into her. Normally, the situation might have called for a proud smile, for she was becoming increasingly proud of her pack. But that laugh...Evelyn knew that laugh like she knew herself. 

Mother?

Now, okay, she had never been paticularly fond of her mother, but tell me that seeing your only living parent being ripped apart by your packmates wouldn't fuck you up at least a little. Anger began to build inside of her, fear creeping up behind it. For every snarl she attempted, a submissive crouch masked it. For every hackle which prickled on edge, a tear began to form. She was confused and hurt, but above all, Evelyn was pissed.