Blackfeather Woods Shadows fall

It was no real secret that Astrid disliked her mother more than most wolves in the dark woods. She wasn't sure, however, if she disliked Damien even more. She barely found it possible; perhaps they were on equal level when it came to how much Astrid hated them. For a moment did her eyes linger on the dark form of Damien, almost feeling the breaking of his spirit underneath her words of sheer despise. There was no denying that the first calm, reserved man before her had morphed into something of hatred himself. It was... admirable in a way.

She smiled slightly at his scowling face, not mockingly, and raised her eyebrows. The speckles on her forehead moved with every change in her facial expression. Good. She answered approvingly, deciding that it was best that the Forest King would indeed reclaim his throne. She hoped Atshen would be kicked down from the ranks too - wished her family the worst before she did Damien.

The pieces of the puzzle were slowly falling into place, and Nyx loved every second of it. The man before her had left, surely, but something asked her; was it his fault? Nemesis could have gone out of her way to comfort her daughter in the time of need; she held no excuse for what she had not done.