While she had always been the sibling with the fiercest heat flaring in her chest, she had gotten well along with the two brothers that never had managed to get along well with each other. Jael had carried their wolf mother’s white coat and had always been picked at for that. Enigma had taken it all out, of course. Halo had not. Their blood was the same – she had been unable to judge him for his appearance. She had just been relieved to have so much of the wolf in her hidden away. Those were still her genes, and still not a day passed where she forgot to resent herself for what she was. It had been accepted and dealt with, but Inferni and her position here could not change her blood. She still felt impure.
And now she was all alone, just like she had been her entire life in one way or another. Or.. well. This was not true. Solitude was something she had found that she cherished beyond everything. She had realized that the horrible day when something nestled deep within her womb has shifted and moved for the first time. Little had made sense to her back then and things had not changed. The obvious answer had been impossible, but the little creature inside her had turned out to be very real. Bile wanted to climb up her throat every time she consciously thought about this little thing that by now had formed a recognizable bump on her originally flat belly. She could feel the little bastard child whenever it moved now, though all that had changed in her appearance was that little bump – it could almost be taken for plumpness. Some females turned enormous when they were pregnant, but the Hydra had not.
She was so out of it that she hardly recognized the male that this oddly familiar scent she had followed belonged to. It was surreal, they both had left her. Jael had grown, and though the Lykoi wanted to react with hostility, she found that she could not do this. Not now. He was a familiar face in a world that had turned alien the moment her world for the second time had crashed down around her. ”Jael?” the female vocally wondered, melancholy attached to her feminine voice.