While Ragnar's mind was troubled by the lack of equilibrium between children and adults among his ranks, Cara would've killed to have more wolves --regardless of their age settled in the Spine. The recovery after the fourth change in leadership was hard and bitter. They had become a four-member pack, where the Alphas didn't even adress one another; they ruled side by side but with an unspoken grudge tearing them apart.
The task of lurring members in was harder than she had imagined, especially since the picture in the Spine didn't seem to tempting for those looking for a shelter. Cara was well aware of the menacing reality of disbanding lurking over their heads, and thought it scared her half to death, her heart was still gripping the hope of driving the pack back from its ashes.
She lacked the wisdom and knowledge the Viking carried upon his scars and the years that weighed down his back, but she wore the same courage in her spirit --that stubborn spirit that had brought her victories and defeats.
As the Jarl brought his icy gaze towards her again, Cara felt something tug at the bottom of her stomach. As if she could sense the gravity in his voice before he actually spoke. She kept her calm demeanour until the accusation of one of her wolves attacking another without provocation was thrown at her like a bucket of cold water. She stretched her neck and narrowed her eyes, assesing the seriousness of the situatuation in her mind.
Though she could not prove that his statement was true, she felt like there was no point in calling him a lier -- he wouldn't have bothered to seek her out without even having heard of one another just to point a finger.
Besides.
His description matched one of her wolves.
As he imagined how the scene must've gone, the little hairs along the nape of her neck bristled. It couldn't. Why would he had ever gone and done that?
Had she been blinded by his smile and rockin' body? Had Kaname known something she hadn't all along.
A wave of fury and embarrassment flooded into her head, crashing against the sides of her temple with the strenght of a tsunami. "I know who you're talking about" she barked somberly, feeling the inner walls of her heart writhe upon themselves.
Damn him, and his hypnotizing eyes.
They had charmed her, but now they had doomed him.
