you'll never make it if you stop trying
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The woman had decided that staying away from her packlands was probably the best idea she'd had in a long time. She had been padding through the city for a long time, her four paws taking her here and there just to waste time and keep her mind off the bitterness that had replaced the love and loyalty she had for her pack. She knew in some way she had deserved what she'd got, but she didn't deserve the last straw that she'd been handed. She could deal with the disgust, losing the sleazy bastard as her mate and her demotion.. but losing her children to the pack was too much. Every day she hoped that Emwe or Conor would come to see her again and yet the days just rolled by now.

She'd pushed herself further into the city to forget about the pain and to hide behind her mask. She had crept up to one of the building, following a fresh scent of a stranger when she heard a loud thump. Pausing for a second as she glanced around to make certain no one else was near the woman crossed into the building and went in search of the owner of the noise.

Traveling down one of the dark halls she peered into a room, catching sight of the large framed male sitting in the mists of disarray. She scanned the room for a moment before she called out. "Anything interesting down there..." She doubted that he wanted to be splayed out on the floor but there was little he could do about it now. Normally hot headed and cruel the woman just didn't have it in her to belittle the man today.


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