Facing History

She had returned. Avalon stared up at the structure where she had been held captive, an event that happened some time ago but still fresh in her mind. Why did it have to be here? Her heart hammered, could she do this? Vereux had told her the location of this pack, and the whole way here she had been afraid of returning. She hoped he wasn't lying...for this very place was the place she had been forced to endure slavery, locked in a dark room with little, if any, food and water. But what she had endured was past her, she scolded herself for being such a baby about it. But was it really that she was being childish? Or would any sane wolf feel the same for what had happened? Having to return to a place that was not the greatest of memories? She thought so.

She moved towards the borders, unsure about the Alpha's reaction should one cross her borders. Arian. That name was repeated in her mind so as not to forget. If Vereux trusted her, then she would be the one that Avalon would seek out. She looked up at the historically rotting structure, a deep breath rocking her body. After a long moment, she tilted her head back and called. A howl that sounded as hollow as the winds that ripped throughout the North most of the time. A sound, that brought out the pain in her heart. She wasn't sure why, but every time she howled, a piece of her emotions would fly through the air with the sound. A haunting sound...for she had endured and lost alot throughout her life, and her heart ached for the past.

"Speech"