Haunted Wood familia es una mentira

She looked down at the creature, broken and forlorn. She didn't feel pity.
But she'd tried to kill someone, so perhaps she could be admitted to the ranks with the proper conditioning. But Vanity wanted to know who.
Certainly, before she gave up her name.

"Who did you try to kill?" She switched to the common tongue easily, wondering why there was such a change. Would it be so that someone else could listen? No, she was the only captive.
Vanity wasn't a captive, she was on time out. She felt almost fine, but wouldn't admit herself into pack workings just yet. Tomorrow probably. She licked her lips, thinking.