Firefly Ravine I was born to be free

oh lord

It was the groan that caused Rosalyn to turn, hearing it faintly in her undamaged ear.  When she did, she saw a figure collapsed behind her, and her eyes narrowed curiously.  What the hell?

She moved over to investigate somewhat warily, and as she did so, the scent of Drageda washed over her.  Instantly her lip curled, and she felt a hot wave of hatred.  What the fuck was this wolf doing here, and what happened to her?

It was tempting.... she was helpless, and the weeks of torment she'd born at their pleasure urged her to sink her fangs into the woman's throat and end her there.  Would anyone know?   

But she didnt.  She would not risk starting a war, because an image of Erzulie as she'd asked for children rose up in her mind.  She couldn't, not even with as much empty closure she felt killing the woman would bring.

That didn't mean she had to help her though.  Impassionately, Rosalyn stared at her, wondering how long it would take her to wake.  Maybe something else would come along and take the chance instead.