She watched the great brown brute lower himself to the ground, her lips curled with satisfaction as she watched the male sink into the emtpy void of grief, she had also been stuck with the same powerless feeling after Jinx had died. Still she couldn't help but smile at the sight of her enemy laying at their paws, completely broken.
"That's what her eyes looked like when we killed her. Dull. Empty" she teased while sinking her eyes into the pained expression of his face.
He had not only bee stripped from his authority, his family, his pack but also his dignity.She was sure the Spine wolves were not the only ones to despise the brute's guts, he had earned many enemies during his lousy leadership. How many would be willing to pay to see the male's pelt ripped apart. Cara herself was tempted to snatch away the remaining ear laying on his skull.
But she didn't.
Why? She wasn't quite sure, maybe it was because she had never killed another one of her kind. Or maybe because buried beneath the deepest edges of her memory the image of the Majesty that had been her friend began to float delicately in her mind. The Majesty she had known, before he had turned his back and formed the idiotic idea of settling into an island, was a good man.