I'm Sorry That Your Life Turned Out This Way

Heat ravages her. It vibrates in her body, but it's never felt quite this lonely before. The need is what stings the most; she's never been consensually intimate with someone. Perhaps with Raisa she had been close but Raisa...Raisa had been a lie. She had never actually cared. And all she can think about, all she can feel, is the weakness in her knees when she remembers the conception of her children. She feels vulnerable, angry, and yet when he calls she has to answer. Not because it is him, but because she has to keep up with her alpha duties. They, and her children, are all that keep her going. She moves towards him, her body a trainwreck as she looks upon his face. Her golden fur is matted, fiery eyes dimmed, the scent of heat washing over her like a badge of shame. "Syrinx," she says. There is no weakness in her voice or posture; she is strong, god damn it. The gods hate her, but she is strong.