My my, how things CHANGE

The voice that rang out across her home was not familiar in the slightest. But it called for Cru, and Cru alone. Her brows would furrow in confusion. Not many showed up at their borders calling specifically for her husband. She would rise, moving through the forest steadily. She didn’t rush, taking her time in pinpointing the source. Not once did she doubt him, or doubt his loyalty, so his summon didn't strike her as odd. He had her entire heart and not once had she ever expected to come across the scene that unfolded before her. Legs would lock, bringing her to sudden halt. Standing the shadows she would watch as her husband found himself in the embrace of another. Another woman. They stood close, they scents intertwining, they gazes locked on each other in a way that was painfully familiar. For a moment she stood shocked, unsure that she was even seeing this right.

The pale woman would flee, disappearing into the snowy abyss, but not before issue three little words. I love you. His voice would ring out, but she was already there, he had stood there for the longest time, silent and unmoving. And then blinding fury. Hackles shot skyward, her ears pinned to her crown as her singular gaze narrowed. Lips peeled back to expose daggers. ”You bastard.” Words came out in a guttural hiss, slipping between clenched jaws. Is that what he had sought after? Another woman? Her gaze would first pierce her husband, before finally flickering to his whore as she fled. Her crown would lift above her shoulders, chin tucking against her throat while her tail flicked up and over her hips. ”After all we have been through, you would throw it away for a night with a whore.” She would snarl angrily, her gaze piercing. Hatred burned wildly in her verdant gaze, it seeped for her pours. The closer she got, the more she could smell quickly fading stench clinging to her mates pelt and it only fueled her anger.

Her marriage was over. There was no going back now. The damage was done. Betrayal swarmed her, threatening to drown her. After all she had done, all they had been through together, and here he was, throwing it all way for some other woman. She had fought to keep their home, to keep their children safe, to provide them a place to call home. And now, it was all gone. Anger and betrayal battled for the upper hand. A war had been unleashed, and there was no taming it. Never had she strayed from him, nor even thought of it. Her heart had never yearned for another, he had held her, heart, body and soul. Yet here he stood, ready to bed a common whore on the outskirts of their home. He hadn’t even had the balls to invite her in. Her gaze continued to bore into her husband, all her anger and hatred was directed at him. She would see this woman wither before her if it was the last thing she did. This woman had entered their lives unwelcome, and there would be hell to pay. The stench of husbands whore was imbedded in her mind, never would she forget it.

"Burn Baby Burn"