Golden Glade die with memories, not dreams

Great.

Just great. The two other wolves bristled at one another's stances, causing Feyre to become tense. She did not raise her hackles, nor did she lift her maw to mirror Jhala's snarl. Instead, she found herself releasing a rolling rumble from the chasm of her chest. "Enough." She was done playing games with her Alphess. Maybe if I got it so that she acually listened...Her anger brushed the thought aside with force, this was not the time for pleading. Pleading, begging, and logically convincing had already met the stone cold wall that was Jhala.

With a heaving sigh of disappointment and regret, she lifted her amber gaze from the woman's paws. Her orbs steeled when they met the womans harsh glare, her voice barely reaching above a deadly whisper. "Fine," She nearly spat the word, "You want him out? Then I'm leaving with him..Alpha." The name had lost its honeyed tune upon her tounge. Her tone faded to one of sorrow, "...but that probably doesn't matter to you anyways does it? All I am is a useless member of this damn pack who was weak enough not to chase him out along with all of the others."

She lifted her tail from its subordinate position, raising herself up to her full, yet petite, height. Her sunset eyes narrowed into that of slits, questioning the woman before her. She had looked up to this woman, the woman who now could see no logic in her storm of anger. She no longer felt the sense of loyalty to her. Instead, she felt herself pulled by a taunt string towards the aurean male beside her. She knew with out a shadow of a doubt, if he left, so would she.