Maxwell's Silver Hammer

Anger and fury ran rampant through Siduri. How fucking dare Jael take her fight? The mohawked bitch had been hers. HERS. It was difficult to see. Difficult to feel. Difficult to form any sort of coherent thought. It was all rage and bite bite bite. It didn't matter who ended up in her path, she was going to make something or someone bleed.

"JAEL" Siduri roared, spittle flying from bared teeth and pink lips as she called out for the woman that had stolen from her. Jael fucking knew. They ALL knew. She had a score to settle with the Ethne wolf and the moment had been taken right out from under her paws. Siduri was livid. She was incensed. She was uncontrollably angry. Jael would pay for what she'd done. There would be retribution and suffering.

"JAEL" the girl bellowed again, insanity blazing in her mismatched gaze. Pack or no, the dog would pay.

"Siduri"