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Alyssum would have never admitted her true feelings about the situation. She was a realist, and was practical and frank at times, honest to a fault. Ever since Ismeme sustained the injury and never awoken to come back to conscience, the Luna had little hope for her survival after the first couple of days and there was no signs of her getting any better. In fact, she deteriorated before their eyes, and it only sealed the conclusion in the woman's mind that it must have been the time for her to go into His kingdom.
But, even the comfort of knowing that she would be going someplace better did not quell the rising depression that gripped her whenever the thought of the sleeping mother she knew would never awake. She just wished Ismeme did not have to leave the world in the fashion she was doing at this moment—but no one in Casa had the power to stop the course that things were going on. They were only observers for the inevitable. But, yet, there were times that Alyssum would watch with bated breath. As real as she was, she had her ideals and hopes, but as much as she would imagine Ismeme rising, she never did.
Her mate already went downstairs to the office, but instead of immediately following him, she sat on the bed, curling her arms around her stomach. It was getting rather plump, and the thought of the children both excited her and made her eyes damp. She would think of Amatha when she thought of her own pups, and how she could be motherless any time soon. A low, rumbling whine escaped the Luna, and she pressed her hands against her face. How did she wish she could fight against the forces she cannot see, how did she long to challenge His decision. Why take away an innocent, she would think.
No answer came to her. With a rough sigh, the coywolf stood from the bed, adjusting the fur coat so that it swallowed up her being, and made her way downstairs. She could hear the muted voices, and did not say anything as she entered the room, glancing at her packmates as she went to stay by the Sole's side. She avoided looked at the silver woman until she stood near the man, and suppressed another whine from surfacing. She was like a flower, it's once blossoming beauty evident along her sunken face that was her crackling petals. Autumn has come, and she was falling along with the leaves.
Alyssum wondered if she was looking at the last flower of the year, and decided she must have been.
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