Moonspear The Creature From the Black Lagoon

Somehow, Keres was not surprised at the woman's appreciation of the story subjects. She seemed very much the type to align with such things. The words that followed the immediate response, however, gave the grey woman reason to allow her lips to curl in equal disdain. How foolish. Hypocritical, even. She mused, storing that information away. She made her conclusion quick, a smirk overtaking the previous frown. They're just jelaous.

The condolences were received with a gentle hum and a nod, acknowledging them with the simple gesture. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate it -- she did -- but over time, she had grown tired of hearing the same words that did not do much to aid a still healing wound. Thank you, and yes. He was struck down by a sleaze of a wolf, a traitor to our pack attempting to frame him for something that had happened previously. Keres, unwilling to betray the pain that yet lurked within, continued after a beat.

The traitor met a much worse fate than my mate. Green eyes darkened as the memory replayed, the sweet taste of vengeance still heavy on the proverbial tongue.