Selfish

Liar finally turned to leave, but Surreal didn’t miss the glance he gave back to Arian. Regardless of the fact that he was leaving, Surreal didn’t drop her defenses or lower her hackles until he was gone from sight. She’d be patrolling the border again to ensure he had left. She straightened and turned to study Arian as her niece spoke, nodding at the apology. When she answered, her voice still had the edges of ice as she fought to come down from that chilling fury her mother had clearly passed down to her. “You’re welcome. Just… watch out for him. He doesn’t feel right to me. Also, I believe I smelled Sin’s scent on the plains. There was a carcass I know Regulus didn’t kill, as well.”

A long sigh hissed from her nose as the last of the ice thawed from her veins. That kind of fury was… intense. She’d only experienced it twice. It was wild, controlled savagery, and yet it was so easy to keep a level voice. No matter if that voice held all the chill of the northern winds. There was little she could do about loners like Sin and Liar waltzing onto the Plains. It held all the more incentive to get the pack running and the borders in place. She needed more prospective members, however, and that was going to be the only hard part of this. Back when her mother had revived Valhalla, it had literally only been perhaps an hour between Chrysanthe’s loss to Artemis, and Erani’s revival of the pack. The members hadn’t yet had time to scatter in disarray and shock.

It wouldn’t be as easy, this time around. The old members had scattered to the far winds, vanished, joined other packs. Ashtoreth and her daughter had stayed with Surreal and her family in the Willows for a while, but then she had vanished one night. Her daughter had, as well. Korr had been a possible member, but he had vanished as well.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think