fail you to the core

The world was pure bliss to the midnight-female Delta who didn't have a clue what was really going on, still the world was overshadowed even here. Having thought she escaped a shadowed past, she was once more a prisoner here to tragedy and drama. Such was the way of life in a wolf world. For the moment she felt overtaken by joy, after all, this Odinn hottie agreed to go on her date. Her first world problems consisted of playing scenario after scenario, all about this date. Would she make a good impression? Wouldn't it be awkward? How would she look?

Her late arrival to the party made her miss Ragnar's outspoken concern for the pack, instead she was captivated by the chosen word. All-father? The name bounced around in her head from left to right, hitting no light bulb. Gently, she shook her head as if saying no. "Chocolate brown wolf. Blue eyes. Just Óðinn. That's who I met." Spectra said truthfully and honest while swooning, inwardly, over his hotness. She didn't include the details of their encounter or that they went out on a date. That last was probably teenage yearling business only.

Confused Spectra blinked her eyes when Thistle Cloud out of the blue backed away as if she had just played around with a poisonous rotten apple. Spectra noticed how fear and worry was written all over the leader's body language while she stepped back. Raising an eyebrow in surprise, the midnight-Delta wondered exactly what was going on. Although a strange feeling swept over the atmosphere and she would probably find out soon enough.