It was her pack now; Ambrosia as the new alpha. It was hard to believe that only a month ago, Tamlin had ruled Bright Moon's borders with the dark lass as his beta. Now his pallid body is gone from the lands forever, and here she was, taking place as leader. In all honesty, Ambrosia wasn't sure if she even wanted the position. Actually, she really didn't. She was happy following her King's orders, running border patrol without the pressure of the entire pack in her paws. Now it was as if it were her duty to keep everything bad out of her domain, and she suddenly knew why Tamlin never had really opened up to anyone. From rumors she had heard that even he had unwillingly taken over the pack for his former Queen-A feeling that he was betrayed, and why he rarely put his trust into anyone remaining around him. Losing not only Satowra, but Raylen and Rio not too long after. Now the ebony warrior understood the meaning of loss. He was gone. And he wasn't returning.
Her heart was broken, or shattered. Either way it was going to be hard to piece together. And even when it was somehow glued in place, there would still be a void that would never be filled. But when one life stops, others must go on. Tamlin would not want everyone to be moping around, letting the pack sink into deep depression until there was nothing more. No, he would want it to be successful. Stepping up to take the plate, Ambrosia found herself standing in same spot where she had found Tamlin's lifeless body. While his body was no longer there, she let her mind wander, letting the sadness dwell despite how much she couldn't bear it. It had been a couple of hours since she had willed herself to move, but she slowly raised herself from her laying position and moved out to border patrol. The newly pronounced alpha had been useless these past couple days, the depression gnawing at her insides. She hadn't eaten, nor had she wanted to, but as time went on the rumbling of her stomach took over, and she was tearing into a rabbit.
The blood of the fresh kill was still fresh on her maw as the shadow returned to her normal border control, the silence of the forest around her sounding way too odd. Venga's scent, however, was still fresh, and Ambrosia immediately felt a moment of gratitude to the lass. Not only was she the only person left in the pack that she was even close to, she was her best friend. No matter what situation, she could get over it and do her job. Oddly, Ambrosia wished she could steal a little bit of that characteristic from her. However, that thought was pushed away as the odor of an unfamiliar wolf crossed her radars. The recognition was immediate, and it brought a snarl to her lips. Abendrot.
What the hell did they want?
Loping forward, her body was tense and her emeralds ice cold. It wasn't long before she had arrived to the point where the wolf was waiting. Venga had beaten her here, but that didn't matter. It was the words that came from the Abendrot bitch's mouth that caught her attention. Ambrosia's heart sank for only a mere second, but her expression remained emotionless as she slowed to a small trot and came through the foliage. This wolf knew what she was doing; Any smart wolf would know she was searching for answers for her King, Kershov. Ambrosia's lips lifted up to show her ivory daggers, her voice was nothing but nice, showing her pure hatrid for the lass at her borders. "That is none of your business. Nor is it any of Abendrot's." Her eyes narrowed. "Now I suggest you run on back to Kershov and whine that we won't give you answers, because we all know that's the reason why you came here."
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