Hate Me
| Avalon |
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She waited for who knew how long. Each second that ticked by felt like minutes to her, her leg beginning to shake as it bled. She figured she didn't have a chance against a more experienced fighter, but she wasn't simply going to stand there and do nothing while the bitch insulted her, along with trespassing and completely disrespecting her boundaries. What kind of alpha would she have been if she let every outsider do whatever they wanted to her lands or to her and her pack members? Anyone in their right mind would have tried to do something, and not just stand there. She knew if any of her clan mates were to have found Mercy, they certainly would not have sat idle as soon as they caught her scent. Except for maybe Lykos...especially with the way Mercy seemed to talk about him. She wondered then, just how close they were to each other. Had he discovered what happened? What would he have done if he'd been the one to find her instead? Questions reeled through her mind, scenarios at the things he might or might not do. And not one she could put faith in, because she wasn't even sure that she could trust him after what she'd been told.
She had tried her best in the fight. But Mercy had fought dirty, not a shred of honor in that woman. And yet, she feared that was the type of wolf that he looked up to. She could only hope otherwise, but the doubt plagued her mind the way her wound would surely bring a new scar to her form. Although her wound would heal and leave behind a mark on her skin, her son's potential betrayal would forever mark her heart. Her heart pounded as she waited, and finally, she could scent him nearby.
Amber gaze found him as soon as he entered the clearing, her features remained stony, though she betrayed nothing within her gaze. She had not been in the greatest of moods since the meeting, and this had only worsened it even further. The dark boy would approach, commenting on her shoulder and almost immediately she felt like her hackles wanted to rise in anger, but she forced them to stay down…for now at least. "My shoulder is fine.” Obviously, it wasn't. But it was the least of her concerns at this point in time. Her voice was hard, but not overly so. She would see Vereux after this confrontation, and she refused to budge until then.
She would say nothing for a minute or two, simply staring at him as she thought about what to say first. Surely he knew Mercy was lurking around? Why else had she come slinking in? And if he didn't, then he would figure it out if he hadn't already. “It seems we've had a special visitor. But I assume you know this already.” Her voice carried a slight growl. Surely he'd found Mercy's scent? He did just come from that direction, after all. |
