Blackfeather Woods So what do you want from me

Shivali doesn’t know what to make of this information. She’s understood he’d taken control, despite not knowing how. Knowing how doesn’t really make her feel any better. His closeness causes her head to lean back but she keeps her feet in place. The scent of the leader clouds her mind and she narrows her eyes, lifting one foot as if she were going to step back but keeps still.
 
“It is not war I am afraid of,” she tells him with a quirk of a brow. Why should she get special treatment? That is not the answer to any of this, and will likely continue a divide—is that what he wants? Shivali breaks then and shifts back, putting space between them and taking a few off to the side, away from him.