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Her words make my ears fold back in discomfort, my tail flicking behind me in irritation. My eyes narrow and darken, but not out of anger. What is she talking about? Aura? Can she really see such a thing? I snort. "From Calliel? Then what about my aura?" I tilt my head, my ears pricking as my lips twitch in the shadow of a smirk, wondering what she'll say. It is true that she is the first to seek me out but I'm hoping it won't become a habit. I don't need more wolves interrogating me about what brought me here. As I tell her about my mind, she giggles and my brow knits together in confusion. What's so funny? It's no fun getting old. It's certainly no fun losing your sanity. She seems confused when I try to explain what happened, what drove me to attack. I don't expect her to understand. How can she untill she feels the pull of an imprint and the trauma of their loss? I would not wish it on anyone. I show her a sliver of fang, trying to drive her away and instead she only asks me if I feel cursed. I scowl, tilting my head once more. "And what truth is that? You act as if you already know." She motions toward the snow and my ears flicker in puzzlement. Her words don't help. The cost of chaos? The smirk I now give her is bitter. "And what would you know of chaos?" |