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She had no physical proof that Nuki had trapped her daughter, but all the signs seemed to point that way and that was enough for her. The discovery of the mask had only made this all the more clear and it made the Consul's blood boil like it never had before. Not even with Conri Church. That snake of a bitch had done something (her mind currently refused to think the word "death" in relation to Denali) to her son, coddled her way into her pack, and then had tried to harm her daughter as well. No one touched her children without dire consequences, member of her pack or not. Everything that had made her wary of the tan female became so crystal clear now that the Marino nearly kicked herself for not seeing it before. She was not intent on self blame at the moment now. No, far from it. Right now she wanted answers, but more than anything, the beast in her chest wanted the blood to spill from the traitor's veins.
Savina stood stock still in the snow, nostrils flaring, waiting for any sign of the exact location of the Rakezael woman. Her hackles were raised ominously, making her appear as angry and dangerous as she truly was. There was a rustle, or at least she thought there was, and her head shot round to the small patch of pine trees. A snarl raised her lips and her eyes flashed in the dull winter sunlight. Nuki was in there, somewhere. Would the woman try to flee now that she had been found out? For there was no doubt that she was able to deduce such information, for she was a cunning deceptriss after all. She would not get away, and her ears picked up no sounds of fleeing, but whatever sense of surprise she could manage would be best.
Growling her legs sprung into motion as she began to barrel towards the stand of trees. The distance did not take long to cross, but right as she was about there her ears heard a sharp sound and suddenly there was a searing pain in her shoulder. The alpha bellowed in equal parts pain and rage, but her charge was only paused momentarily. Her heard turned to see the shaft of the arrow sticking past her face and her eyes surged with green hellfire. A roar erupted from her chest as she sped forward like an out of control train despite the deep pain. Gaze alighted on a flash of tan and her legs propelled her massive body up, her jaws opening and aiming to grab whatever she could to drag the devil down from her perch.
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