Stone Circle I'm so used to letting go

After the incident with Charles, Laurel just bit her teeth closed and shut her eyes firmly. When he was out of her sight she shook lightly, tears finding their way to her eyes even though her eyelids were shut so tightly that it hurt. But somehow they still managed to weasel their way out of there. She'd never lashed at him like that before. Laurel felt even more out of control than before. It was as if her apathy was being replaced with a chunk of anger that she had tucked away a long time ago, when Indra passed away.

The howl was long forgotten by Laurel as she thought about a lot of things. Indra's death, for which very little wolves at all had cared, if any. Just her. It had always been just them. If she died, would anyone even care? Or would she be buried at the stones, made into someone important by the pack's Alphas, only to be forgotten because nobody else even knew her? She was family, but what did that mean? She thought of Xan. She thought of the future. How she didn't even want one. How she needed to get out of here.

How she struck at Charles.

Laurel curled up into a ball and waited as she tried to fight tears without success; though she wasn't sure what she was waiting for.