Redhawk Caldera Vessel

She knew it was not going to work out the way she had planned the moment she realized the boy feared her no longer. Still, she had her son to deal with but he faced her with such conviction that her resolve was shaken. She leapt, nevertheless, just as the boy's shout tore their false reality all to shreds- 

She felt like a ragdoll as she was tossed from the dream. The strength she had devoured had been stripped from her, leaving her hollow. The disguise faded away and she became nothing more than herself- and yet, at one point in her life that had been enough to make her son tremble. 

When she looked at him now, though, he was a different wolf. Probably the wolf he'd been meant to be, had he lived a different life- and almost unrecognizable when he told her, confidently, to leave. 

She uttered a dark chuckle. 

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere. See-"

She slammed one of her paws against the ground and almost begrudgingly, the dark, jagged line began to appear again. It grew, and spread, reaching toward the den. Everything that was in its path was engulfed completely in darkness. A devious grin spread across her face. This line grew much faster than the one in the child's dream- it would be opened enough to swallow a wolf whole within minutes. 

"I've still got a little trick up my sleeve,"

She whispered darkly. 

She turned her head toward the den's entrance, and her expression changed. She fidgeted with her jaw for a moment, and when she spoke again-

"Ponyboy?"

It was with Bronco's voice.