Blackfeather Woods Send shivers down my spine

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The wraith has learned to deflect the hate Astrid shows to her, a hate born out of misinterpretation, and she finds that she cannot bring herself to care. Instead, she scoffs, turning in her own time as Astrid moves to eave her presence. But she is still the Dark Mistress, and formost, the girl's superior. Astrid did not need to love her, but respect would not waver if the girl cared to continue living within the dark forest at all. "You are a child hiding behind the false pretence that you have any authority in this woods, you have no idea what you're doing," Her curt reply comes out with more amusement than intended, for it is the concept that the child thinks revolting against her to cozy up with Damien will get her anywhere. It is the fact Astrid feels she needs to consort herself with the only one within the woods to match the Dark Mistress's rage to become only his Queen, that brings Nemesis such embarassment. At least the wraith had made her way to the ultimate top without using her sexuality to do it, no matter how short lived her reign would be. Astrid woud forever be latching on to other's power because she did not have the ability to get it herself, and it was the driving reason that Nemesis felt such little incilination to teach an unwilling heir. She would concern herself with the children who had the charisma to earn their own justification within a pack that was so highly competitive, not waste her time with the insolent ideals of a girl too stuck inside her own fantasies to grasp her own goals.

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