As the days grow long and the weather grows hotter I find it is better to be within the den my Mother had me. It is cooler here underneath the ground. The massive willow tree that is at the entrance of the cave provides a sense of coolness with those long reeds cascading over the open mouth of the small cave. Beside me I have Jinx sleeping soundly. She is extremely quiet and extremely cautious just as I was when I was her age. I’ve found myself acting more and more like my Mother and seeing more and more of myself within the small pup. Part of me feels guilty, but at the same time, I want to kill this part of me that is guilty. I did not want the child. I did not need the child. Before she opened her eyes I was pleased to see that there was no marking or color that belonged to the male with the golden eyes rimmed with red. She held the ebony coat similar to Mother and I, and she held my red fur. I am not sure where she got the charcoal dark fur, but I know it didn’t come from the rapist. It won’t be long until she is weaned from me and she will have to live on her own. I will find her a place should she want to stay within Iromar, but I will not be there to guide her any longer. I turned out fine when Mother turned me away and so I expect this thing to do as equally fine as I have been.

It is the sound of paw steps that causes one of my red-rimmed ears to twitch. Everyone stops by my home to provide me food or just stand there and guard me. I know the rapist is here and he has yet to make his presence. Sometimes some of the members of the pack come to take Jinx away from me, providing her comfort and extended care. I am glad that the pack has been able to come together during this time, but I am sad that I was the victim. As I sigh and curl tighter in my ball I am not interested to go out in the sweltering heat. But as I inhale deeply I catch a familiar scent that comes from the beach and not from the swamps. Puzzled I lift my head and leave the parasite where she is, coming out of the den and standing to the side of it so that Jinx can feel some of the summer breeze go through. I see the hare and I notice the familiar sight of the Alpha of Glorall. My tail sways side to side slowly in a happy manner as I take the hare and place it by my paws. Tilting my head to the side I allow a small faint smile to appear on my mauled façade, the scars from the red-eye she-wolf had marked the side of my face in a most devastating way. Violet eyes look to the male as I lower my head slightly to give him the respect he deserved as an Alpha.

“Thank you for the hare, Eden, to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence today?”