"I will not play with sharp objects"

At the time of the incident, Dusk had felt horrid. She believed that she'd killed her brother and that, in removing the tip of his ear, he would bleed to death. That hadn't been the case. Yes, she still felt bad for having hurt Thorn, but at least he wasn't dead. She'd gotten into quite a bit of trouble, which she didn't fully understand. Thorn had been the one to jump over the log and right into the path of her wire swinging thing. Shouldn't he be in trouble too? Situational awareness, was what her father had called it. Thorn had none.

The day of her punishment came and the Carpathius child sat beside her father, ears flattened as he called the pack to the great hall. The obsidian girl wouldn't have chosen to speak in front of the whole pack, but, contrary to popular belief, doing so wouldn't bother her. The spotlight would be all for Dusk and she would use it wisely. All she had to do was wait for everyone to arrive and she could get this show on the road.

"Carpathius Kids"