Blackfeather Woods I just... don't want them to change me

How long had it been since she last saw Damien? A few weeks? Months? Every minute passing without him felt like an hour. The longer he stayed away, the more hope she lost for his eventual recovery. She knew not what to do but try to be the best leader she could be, as she knew how he had wanted her to be. Members were dropping, her body not ready for offspring... Would their woods survive?

She paced around the dark forest, eyes glimmering like stardust in the dead of night. Why could he not just return? Why could she not force him to regain his mental stability? She had the power in the pack, but apparently no power over her own will nor future. She felt... stuck.