How Could This Be?

The white and gray dame walked ever so elegantly throught the land. She had received no luck yet in finding her brother. And she wasn't in the Russian tundra anymore; yet she stil carried herself with an heir of a princess. But there was no more pack for herto act like so. But what was she then, the dame that didn't die? Aqua blue eyes flashed back to that moment. As Poxiterxo lunged at her throat as Octavian and Pontifex just sat there. He was going to let her die! How his cowardice had broken her heart, would she ever have it sewn back together.

But then if he did then is reputation would have been even worse. Understanding then filled Hureia's mind as she thought some more. After turning over all of the sides of the thought she was satisfied. Forgiveness has already given but she doubted Octavian would still even be in these lands. Should he be back at his pack as asecond ruler perhaps beneath his brother? So much death had taken place.

Her parents...her to be half sister....her packmates....and maybe even her brother Thane. For all she knew his body could have been dragged away and eaten in a state of disrespect. For once tears down her cheeks since that fatreful day she had awoken. It would have been much better to die; but then who would be there for Thane. WHo would love him and pick him up when he was down? Why was this all so complicated. He needed her and she needed him, longed for him. No, she must stop those thoughts. Hureia curled herself up into a ball at a base of a tree and closed her aqua blue gaze. Black lined ears perked up listening ti the chirp of the birds.