Blacktail Deer Plateau The Weeds That Grow Inside of My Heart

Her large, black body was tense as she walked the borders. Her sharp, light green eyes scanned over what was once her land for what must have been the hundredth time. Maybe more. Every now and then, she would glance toward the mountain in the distance until it was behind her and she face the mountain on the backside of her land. No, not her land. His land.

She was more angry than anything. The betrayal. Convincing her that he'd do anything to get her and then tossing her aside once she bore his pups. He wouldn't even be Alpha right now if it weren't for me, she angrily thought as a small growl rose up in her throat.