Altar of Twilight Dreams that almost feel real

The dark trio departed, none sparing a wolf for the bleeding wolf behind them. Perhaps it was pride, or shame, or both. Alya knew in the marrow of her bones which one best applied to her.

They would tell no one of Alya's lashing out. Even if the dark wolf had deserved it for his insolence - there was a pit of anxiety in the dark woman's stomach that told her Liffey might be right.