This life would kill me if I didn't have you

Her sister gave her space, which was appreciated. She didn't know if she would explode or not, but the anger and hurt had been building, locked away inside her, clawing at its cage to get out. And all it took was a simple question. Her posture stiffened, eye narrowed to a slit. Her hackles shot to the sky, muscles trembled with the urge to rip into something without remorse. Her sister wanted to know what had happened. "I didn't remember a thing. I had such a bad concision there were gaps in my memories. But when I saw my kids, bits and pieces came flooding back. I was able to piece things together." it had been a tough time. "Cru and kids moved into a separate den, he seemed to think that time alone would help." Lips curled back to reveal daggers thirsty for blood. "I haven't seen him. Not one fucking time." Her words came out in a venomous hiss. Her toes flexed, nails scraping against the floor of her den. He had gone too far this time, keeping her children from him. Resentment suddenly flared so high it was suffocating. The urge to rush into battle was overwhelming. A newfound power flowed freely through her veins. Her gaze would finally flicker back to Maija, her singular optic held something new, something dangerous.

"Burn Baby Burn"