nothin' colder than a bitch's heart

Kyanite hadn’t gone much further than the ship. Perhaps she should have, with the stink of the Armada not far away. She heard the calls of their shiny new Alpha every now and then, and wanted to punch something. The break in her leg had been so bad that it still wasn’t quite right.

She’d gone hunting, and had been forced to return empty handed when the storm started to blow in. she was stomping off the snow, and hadn’t been in long when a voice called out to her. She turned to the door, which she had foolishly left open. A low growl left her throat. She sampled the air, but all she could detect was the chill of the cold. If this was an Armada wolf… “Closed for business!” She snarled.


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