Living Not Alive

Her voice broke through whatever had possessed her apprentice. She saw her still, and come back to herself through the rage. She seemed surprised at the damage done to the tree, and dropped was in her grip. Shaye watched her, concerned, but didn’t approach until the younger wolf began to cry.

It seemed not that long ago that her Uncle had cried on her shoulder, feeling the emotions wrought by his brothers actions. Now here was Actaea, emotionally hurt, lost. Shaye took a deep, slow breath. Pushing down her rage. She wanted to tear apart that monster, that stupid arrogant piece of shit wolf who had somehow created something so beautiful in Actaea and Ignis. It was the only right thing he had ever done, and even then his actions hadn’t been okay.

She crept forward, gently pushing her apprentices head with her own, nudging it until her muzzle was across Shaye’s shoulder, and then she pulled Actaea tight, and held her close. “You are precious and wonderful Actaea, and I consider you my daughter. You can come to me, alway, any time of day or night, about anything. You know that, right?” She whispered softly.