Once more the ones that dwelled within the fields noticed that the promise the Monster kept had been true. It was not like her to become so very possessive of anyone or anything. No one had ever felt the need to include her or keep her around for their well-being or the mere idea of actually enjoying her company. Always she was alone and unable to feel the attachment that she so secretly craved. Now as Alpha she had been able to reconnect herself to a part of her that had always wanted to be close to others. Chael, her former imprint, was not possessive of her, but he did try to slip himself to her side. However, he was a coward, he was weak, and she severed the ties between their souls permanently. The first child she had given life to wanted to attach herself so willingly, and quickly without a care in the world, that Tick Tock felt uncertain and not ready for it. She wanted to give Raven a chance at a life she could never have and she felt it was best to stay far away from her, so the young wolf would develop on her own without her terrible influence. It was Tobias and the bond between them that had sparked the first acceptance to be possessed by another and in turn slowly develop her own possessiveness over the male. During the early months of her reign she had slowly began to feel a possessiveness over those that called Asteraia home...and she didn’t regret it.

After the celebration with the members of her pack, Tick Tock moved by herself towards her den, leaving her members to do what needed to be done. She trusted them to keep the borders safe should Jaidah, her brood, or any other foolish wolf dare try to trespass after the battle. Now she needed to be selfish and care for herself. As she limped towards her den her soft growls continued to slowly get louder, not allowing herself to wince or whine, only accepting the pain. She put herself through the fight because it was her purpose to serve them. She would not allow them to be controlled by a weak Queen that had not been there for them. The wolves within Asteraia was strong, the wolves within the fields were no longer a part of the weakest pack in all of Moladion. Satisfied with herself she walks towards her lair, her den not close to any other wolfs’ den except for the Frankenstein.

She had bestowed the bob-tailed wolf that honor to have the only den near her own. Already she could catch the she-wolf’s scent the moment she limped into her home, dark eyes narrowed as she grew accustomed to the darkness. Seeing Nakato, prepared to do what she must, the Monster settled herself down upon the large flat walk that held various pelts from different animals, a luxury to provide herself, Tobias, Flare and her pups a comfortable resting place. Easing herself down she laid her head down with an extremely heavy sigh, luminescent sapphire eyes held with that tinge of violet looked up upon the Frankenstein, whispering softly and questioning her about one of their newest members that showed up in their celebration group.

“Nakato, thank you for coming. The wolf that spoke about the marigold...did she speak the truth?”