Hideaway Strath IV

She remained unaware of the perceptive former Overseer—unaware of his presence as well as his astute judgement of what exactly had just transpired between her and Kynareth. 

Of course Nyra had something demeaning to say to her. It only made Simmik smile, though, because she knew the reality of the situation, and the Harbinger did not. She was not only trying to keep her brother from harm, but she was also testing Ky to see if he was as willing to be true to his word in front of half the pack. He did not disappoint. With one word, dripping in authority, he put the annoying woman in her place, and Simmik couldn't help bu raise a smug eyebrow at her—taunting her because she knew she could, and because she liked how it felt. 

The other thorn in her side didn't seem to have anything else to say—until she began to yell. The dark wolf sprang forward as she screamed, her aim directed at Ego. Simmik tensed and snarled, her muscles bunching as she prepared to lunge forward and take the woman out; she would not touch her brother. But just as she started to move, she nearly threw herself into the large, familiar form of Kynareth. Her fiery gaze seared into his own for a split second before his whispered request reached her ears. She froze, at first unsure if she could leave Ego's fate up to Kynareth. But then she remembered how he had just reprimanded Nyra for her snide words and misplaced pride. Along with the fact that they had little time to argue over this, she decided to trust him and stayed where she was, ready to spring into action if needed. 

She watched Kynareth step towards Nyra and wield his authority in a way she had never seen before. Because of her request that her brother be left alone, he promised his highest ranking packmate a demotion if she didn't do as he demanded. She was stunned to see his act of loyalty. She might have given Nyra another haughty look had she not been so transfixed by what Kynareth was doing. He quickly moved to snatch the dark woman by her scruff and swiftly ended the fight. Whatever lingering doubts she had regarding how Kynareth actually felt about her were cast away in that moment. She could think of no better way for him to prove that he was serious about his love and his regret for any wrong he had caused her. Her look of surprise slowly shifted into a wickedly pleased smile and her eyes moved between Ky and her least favorite Saint. She felt the power now, and it was an addictive feeling—having this kind of control over others. She wondered how else she could mold this situation, but decided there was already enough for Kynareth to deal with. 

Besides, another voice reached her, and she turned to look upon the woman she had caught arguing with Kynareth. Simmik grinned at her too. Her jealousy was as amusing as it was unnecessary. She had no intention of pushing the woman's buttons, though, because it was then that she realized Ego seemed unsure whether he wanted to stay or run. She ignored any other commotion and stepped gingerly toward her long lost brother. Her expression softened, as she frowned at him. Don't leave, she said softly pleaded. She wanted to know him—where he had gone and what he was doing now. She missed her family. Even if he would only stay a few days, she would be grateful.