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Times where shifting. Moments were changing and transforming and yet the darkness that always came when the light was the brightest loomed in the distance. They had everything. It was a time to be happy and embrace their new family. A time to show face around the pack and to grow with them and still she heard his call. It was foreboding and distraught and she was unsure what it meant. What was cutting into her happiness? For once in her life she didn?t feel the need for pain to prove she was worth something. It was a habit that has hard to kick. An addiction that truly made her feel powerful even if she was the one receiving the pain. Yet she had found something more.

The pups were safe and sound in the den. Curled up around one another. She had duties to fulfill. Wolves to meet with and though she yearned to stay home with her family she couldn?t put her role as alpha behind her. She was alpha first and everything else second. It was so odd to her that she had come so far. Her ears fell back as she walked to where her mate was waiting. She could feel the heaviness in her heart growing for fear of what he would say. What was grieving him?

He stood silently waiting, unaware of her presence, and she watched him for a moment. She allowed her violet eyes to rove hungrily over his frame. She wanted him and the love that was building for him was growing stronger every day. She would destroy the world to keep him and their family safe. She would be retire her title as Queen slayer and change it to world breaker if it meant she would keep what she was building. She moved with as much silence as she could muster and slid beside him. Her velvet fur pushed against his ebony and she pushed her head into his shoulder. Her nose pushed into his cheek and she allowed an affectionate lick to fall across his muzzle. She didn?t care if anyone saw the display; she wanted him to know he was loved. At least in the best way she was capable of.

?What is eating at your soul?? she questioned, she had always been in tuned to the emotions of others. It was an odd gift and one she rarely displayed. It wasn?t that she could read minds or tell the future. No, she was simply well adapted to reading body language. His was screaming discomfort and turmoil and she wanted to ease the pain for him. She allowed a nip to graze his shoulder. She knew he would retaliate, he always did, and she welcomed the distraction from his current mood.