The very thing that I love's killing me and I can't conquer it

She held on desperately, knowing that to let go would spell her own death, until the body beneath her ceased thrashing. When she stepped back and Jinx didn't rise, she took a shaky breath. She gave the body a hard shove, sending it tumbling into the river so it could wash away to wherever it would go.

She began to pad back toward the mountains, breathing heavily and doing her best to scrub the memory of the mad Alpha from her brain. She paused to drink deeply, composing herself—surely there would be backlash for this, and Ptarmigan expected it, but like her ancestors before her, she would hold strong to her new claim—before loosing a strong, possessive howl over the valley.

The Dread Queen is dead! Your new Alpha arises!