Golden Glade die with memories, not dreams

Her Alpha - no - this woman she use to vie to become even a fraction of similar too, spoke with venom towards the fae. Feyre's unparralleled anger would be no match for the woman's pure strength. She could feel the attack coming before the other woman moved a hair towards her. With swift grace, she leapt backwards away from the slashing ivories of her old leader. How dare she? The crystalline femme glared at the woman with narrowed eyes, prowling closer to the other two wolves.

Rather than putting herself in further danger, she simply nipped at the back of Embry's ear before backing away from the woman warily, a request for him to follow her. "Embry." His name was deadly calm on her lips, a warning for him not to engage. She was no stranger to the nature of Jhala, and understood that she herself would not defeat the fae in battle; nor did she feel like attacking someone she had highly regarded. With reluctance, she still held on to some of that respect for her, but would never voice it. Her voice was soft, but threaded with anger and regret as she spoke, "Goodbye Alphess." She allowed herself to add a respectful nod of her head to the femme, but kept her stance strong as she turned away. With swift paws, she padded towards the border of the Glade, leaving her home and pack - former pack - behind.

Just wanted to say that Feyre's opinions do not mirror my own, and that I've had a lovely time with the Glade!