Phoenix Maplewood down for me

She nodded along in acknowledgment, and patiently listened to his story. She does remember the beginning, Sunny mentioned the history of Morningside and said his father created it. She was curious on how someone not of blood managed to gain the reigns, as he does not seem like the fellow to use force to get the position. Though besides a thought she did not voice out, Desdemona started to feel an understanding toward his words, as she started to feel similar to the Pack. She was too grateful for them bringing her in... The best she could do was help maintain the peace,


Then it took a twist to her own fate... Desdemona didn't mind sharing the past, but found it troubling how to explain in a short, and simple way, "I come from old traditions," they were the opposite of Morningside, "they were... Prideful wolves. Took pleasure in obeying the Alpha above all else, even if it meant abandoning your family. It's a courtesy." She bit her lip, not wanting to admit there was a time she felt similar, and regrets it everyday. She felt a regret to her brothers and sister, "blood was everything, yet nothing." She paused, trying to sort out her words. The wolf hasn't talked too much, but today seemed to be an exception, "I was the Beta's bastard litter alongst my siblings. A stain, on his perfect life, but he held himself too high to abandon his own 'kin.' It was a stain on the pack itself." Desdemona still questioned why they didn't simply kill her off as a pup, and even today, she does not know, "does this Pack look down upon vile blood?"

She raised her jaden gaze and looked directly at Aditya, asking a serious question. It was a rather large baggage that clung to her self-worth since long ago, "do you accept a bastard, such as I?"