Night Terrors

"I'm sure if this male felt the way you did, nothing will taint his love..." Her heart fluttered weakly at the thought. Sarak could be very quick to react at times, would he believe her when she said that she had not wanted it? Or rather not that she had not wanted it but had not enjoyed it? And who was she to lie when she knew how much her body had enjoyed the tortures of Isardis.

"Azalea, what Isardis did to you was a crime, if you didn't want it mentally, it was a crime. Your heat is a powerful thing, not even the most experienced with it, can fight it's pull sometimes." Eris spoke what weighed most heavily on her mind, saying that it was rape. Rape. What a nasty word. As nasty as the thought of being pregnant and eventually having to wreck her body nursing pups that would never appreciate what she had given them. She didn't want to see herself a victim though and that made her so bitterly angry at the fact that mentally she hadn't wanting Isardis to breed her.

"You are strong Azalea , and I fear in what's to come you may find yourself having to be stronger." Again Azalea was silent as the she-wolf spoke. She listened fully but found no good words to say in return. Her mind was too full of thoughts to pull any single one to the forefront of her mind. She sighed softly. "What I need is the strength to rip out Isradis' throat before he gets a lot of innocent wolves killed. And over what? His ego?" She was thoughtful in her words, not caring what Eris thought though figuring she might agree at least some. Perhaps she didn't see the value in having the snow lord dead but Azalea saw it clearly. No Isardis, no threat. It was not only Valhallan wolves that would pay the price of Isardis but Glaciem wolves too.