Porcupine Ridge everything's a lie

I hope he dies.

She stared after him. The burning resentment in his eyes as he looked at her, now—the way he spoke of Reyson. The words were more vicious in nature than the cat that had attacked her—colder. The blood would drain from her face--her entire frame chilling to the bone.

She was bewildered—struck completely in place, unable to move as he swept past her and to the direction of the vale. Something within her numbed—the sweep of cold, bitter wind brushing her fur, and still she did not feel that. The growing pressure of a headache prickling between her eyes—the tension begging for release in the form of tears, but they wouldn't come.

The smallest of victories was that the boy headed home to his family, and casting a look over her shoulder, as the clouds roiled above, she moved forward—away from Epoch.