Melancholy fell short when it came to describing Cara's feelings.
Seeing a star fall from the highest point of the sky and plummet into the ground was simply devastating. Her precious ruler was nothing more but a bag of rags and bone. But it was not the fact that she had died what had bothered the most --she already knew her queen would be consumed by the illness that had entered her bloodsteam.
No. What really bothered her, was that while she was still aware of her surroundings the yealing never approached to say goodbye. That had been like a jab to her spirit. Though now there was nothing she could do to remediate her flaw. All she could do is take the comfort and trust provided by the rusty female .
"The whole Ouroboros mourns, but smiles too", she whispered. She was convinced that her rise to power would lead to a good future for the Spine wolves.
