in my hands again

Rhyme held a more optimistic outlet, pointing out that their allies would help them, and that it would strengthen the bonds between them. Shaye shifted her weight restlessly from foot to foot, holding in a groan as she felt her numerous aches and pains. She wanted to sleep so badly, but she was also afraid.

“I.. I think Abaven is in for a rough few months, Rhyme.” she admitted, eyes meeting his, with a worried shadow in her expression. “We lost resource with the thicket, the prey, the herbs, and the land itself. We are a big pack with a lot of mouths to feed. I’m worried about looking after everyone. I’m also worried about scavengers that may think an injured pack is an easy target.” a soft sigh escaped her, and she slumped a little in her seat, looking to Rhyme.

“I’ve tried to learn to be a fighter, i’ve put my everything in that since becoming an Alpha, but the truth is i’m, not in the same league as a lot of the other alphas. You are, you’ve been fighting since you where a pup, and the experiences life put you though haven’t been easy, but they have been a steady training for you. Am I the right wolf to be the main Alpha in Abaven Rhyme? What if I can’t be what they need me to be?”