goodbye my friends
06-27-2013, 12:43 PM
| Erani |
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Erani narrowed her eyes as she read Morgan?s expressions. Self hatred? Deep blue pools studied the female as she spoke, before she voiced her own words. ?And just what did you do to deserve having your womb ripped from you? Kill her pups? Kill her mate? Kill a member of her family? I can think of nothing else that would deserve having your ability to have children ripped from you.? She could smell that there would be no more children for Morgan. Chrysanthe spoke up, and Erani?s eyes flickered to the young alpha, approval swelling her heart. She added her own words. ?Particularly when you are a senior member of Valhalla, Morgan. You were here before I became a member.? Deep blue gaze pinned the female. ?If you feel she is a danger to Valhalla if you stay, then she is a liability that cannot be ignored. We can?t have a member that is willing to harm her own packmates. No matter what you say.? Erani finished her words as Chrysanthe spoke, begging Morgan?s story behind what had happened. A memory, recent, was rising to the surface. Surreal bursting into the den, muzzle bloody, but not with her own blood, sobbing that the white lady needed help, and the monster wouldn?t help her make it better. Now that she thought of it, the blood had smelled of Morgan. Surreal had led Erani to the borders, and she?d followed her daughter?s trail to the Battlefield. Morgan?s blood had been there, but no wolf. Erani couldn?t tell how bad the injuries had been, and with a wailing pup to soothe, she?d been forced to choose her child. There had been another scent there, masked by the bloodscent. Evelette. Erani growled, low, fury building. ?My daughter, Surreal, witnessed this. She came back to the den, begging me to help the white female. That the monster wouldn?t help. She had nightmares for a week.? Her voice was low, words directed to Chrysanthe, as she waited to hear what Morgan had to tell them. Even if they weren?t to punish Evelette for her actions against Morgan, Erani would demand a price for her child?s distress. |