She had stayed still within her warm den. She could tell something was not right tonight and it had nothing to do with the weather. Earlier that evening she had decided to sleep for a change. The border was secured with her scent, most members of the pack seemed quite content with themselves. Her presence was not requested and she felt she had deserved to take an early sleep. Especially since Flare’s pups were not within the den. They were getting large and although they had more than enough room for many adult sized wolves she would tolerate the amount of two warm bodies. Sleeping beside her imprint and his mate was already enough. It was difficult sometimes to adjust, but she managed. The sound of the rain’s pitter patter created a soothing sound that easily lured the she-wolf to a dreamless sleep. She felt comfortably cool, her breathing at ease, her mind a complete blank without a care about anything in the world…for only a moment. Her dark eyes would snap wide open when she felt, what she could have sworn, a feeling of pain within her blackened soul. That bond, that vile piece of invisible string that bound her to the black beast, was the only reason why she would feel the pain she did.

This rude awakening caused the girl to slowly lift herself onto her paws. Lightning would flash bringing a flicker of light within her chosen lair. She did not feel his close proximity as she would if he was within the fields. Even though he was a pack wolf he would always be a wandering soul. Though he would always come back here, always come back to her, both had slowly developed a painstakingly acceptance that they needed to be close to one another. It was difficult to explain much less accept, but it was there and there was nothing she could do. She had killed her last imprint, saved herself from his weakness, and yet for some reason Fate would not allow her to do the same to him. Quietly she would walk towards the mouth of the cave feeling the spray from the cold rain as it continued to come down. Setting herself down and sat. She wondered if this was how Tobias felt when she had fought for the pack? Every now and then she would feel a sudden sharp throbbing pain within her soul, deep snarls vibrating within her chest as the snarl echoed within her cave. She did not like this feeling she could not tolerate it any longer. Yet it would seem that those agonizing minutes would slowly disappear.

Instead of feeling that jolting pain she actually felt that familiar force pressing towards her. He was coming back and he was alive. Dark radars twitched back and forth as she began to step out in the rain that had begun to lighten up. The storm’s rage was over and now the rain would trickle down slowly and sparingly. Eventually she would make it near her border, but what she would find caused her to grow still. Sapphire eyes that seemed always cold and unfeeling seemed to burst with cold fire. There behind her was the dark beast she was bound too and it wasn’t difficult to see in the glow of the lightning that flickered across the sky to see the wounds he was given. It wasn’t that hard to see that these two were in scuffle and it was pleasing to see that the female looked worse. While the charred wolf was down in some sort of spasm Tick Tock would move towards her imprint. Her shoulder would press into his side as she slowly walked around him, pressing her shoulder into his side. Her dark fur rose as she slowly pointed her muzzle near his face, her pink tongue slowly lapping up some of the blood, in a manner of affection or payback for licking her own wound from before, it just couldn’t be said.

Eventually she would walk away from her imprint content for now of her close presence against his own as she stood in front of the she-wolf. There was a reason why she attacked her. She was burned to crisp, slowly dying within the pool, and Tick Tock had given her something that Fiammetta did not have. It was not mercy to destroy such a weakling. No, no it wasn’t that. Those cold vile eyes had noticed a spark within that one burning red orb. That spark just needed to be fed in order to blossom. Tick Tock had given this wolf the desire to live – to stay alive – and truly should she be destroyed for doing such a thing. Anyone could say she was apathetic and callous, and yet, no one truly ever took a step back and wondered how the deviant monster thought. This black bitch that maimed her, had done so, for good intentions – believe it or not. This self purger of wolf-kind was truly off to a terrible start. Perhaps she could begin another career – and Tick Tock would have the perfect task…should she accept it. Briefly her eyes would flicker to see those familiar depthless emerald orbs and she would nod at him of her approval. Black lips would part as her sickly cold voice poured slowly out of her scarred muzzle.

“Why is it, that when I see you, you are always looking defeated?”