Blackfeather Woods I am a lost boy from Neverland

She's crazy, Wildfire realized as the she-wolf went into a soliloquy worthy of a campy horror movie villain. The Drakru felt a seething indignation swamp her at this notion that she belonged to her captors, though she didn't have the strength to manifest her anger.

In fact, she couldn't muster much of a retort at all. Not only her strength was waning, her consciousness was slipping too. "Folly," she breathed. The last thing she did manage was a ballsy sneer, even though she was quailing on the inside. "You've made a terrible mistake, you just don't know it yet." These words came out lower and raspier than a whisper before blood loss and pain saw Wildfire swooning on the floor.