Blackfeather Woods that look in your eyes

This is shit :p

Though alpha sounded nice and all, she knew the ranks ,as they were, were rather traditional. She would settle for nothing less than the title of Dark Mistress, for Alpha Nyx simply didn't roll of the tongue that easily. Besides, they had no need for such leader. They needed someone like her specifically - why else had Damien settled for her? This was what she liked to tell herself, no matter if it was true or not. The speckled woman laughed then, shaking her head, the chill of the sound she had made still echoing in the Ravens' calls.

What about pride? Any other of us would have died in another's grasp. That, or plan an escape. The Woods were home. The Woods were the only place they needed to be themselves. Nothing would keep them from it. She smirked then. I suppose we do not take kindly to being controlled - but who truly does? She could think of a few souls, including herself, that would want to be controlled by a certain wolf, but not by strangers.