Swiftcurrent Creek I'm dying to live in a world I don't belong

A beta position. Now? After what he knew? After what she did?
Wren thought to damn near laugh in his face.
But she doesn't. Instead, she gives a sidelong glance; the whites of her eyes now reddened and bursting. She stays silent for this long moment, and she almost wishes to send him off with a hardened, forlorn growl. Instead, instead; there comes a sigh breathed from dry nostrils. Yes.
But.
I don't deserve it. and she didn't; she didn't, not when she had almost killed an ally. Someone who was meant to be a friend. She didn't, not when so rarely she felt lucid; so rarely she felt whole, so rarely she felt like a breathing being.
How could she be trusted?
How could she be loved?
How could she continue to burden this pack — this planet — with her presence?