Zelda held Pine’s complete attention. The Imp’s eyes were harder than they had ever been around the other woman due to the nature of their visit. All signs of puppy and playful nature had fallen from the young queen’s features. There were some things in the world a wolf needed to take seriously. The continued death of her pack had Pine on the edge of seething. Through her nose was a sharp intake of breath at the name, as if breathing it in would help solidify the sound of it in her consciousness. Every other word Zelda spoke was snatched from the air and barred in her with a baring of her teeth.
Arace… and Diveen. She repeated bitterly. There had been a visitor from Diveen not long before Eleanor had been killed. The scent still lingered, even, mixed with Eleanor’s as the woman had tried to defend against the intruder. Diveen, it seemed, was starting to test its limits with the moors. Pine needed to know why. Peace was easy to come by with the Imp, Diveen was forcibly testing her morals behind the stance. She had fallen silent in heated consideration, trying in vain to control her anger.
Do? Find out why the hell she murdered my wolf! Pine’s limited control over her newly discovered temper broke with a clash of her fangs snapping in the air. Find out why she is framing my friends! Her elegantly enraged face looked over at Cenmatl. He was the love and soul of her life, still she thought of him as more a creature of Taviora than Iromar. My family. she stressed, including him and Zelda in her heart of hearts. She snarled again, pacing, her body starting to bristle.
Imprint. This Arace had an Imprint who was just as much of Taviora as anyone else, therefore just as much of Pine and Cenna’s adopted family as Zelda was. Pine’s gaze flashed up at her own Imprint and narrowed in frustrated contemplation and she snarled again, turning back to look at Zelda. She tried desperately to keep her anger from lashing out at those closest to her. I am sorry, Zelda. Her voice was a seething hiss. If I catch her, or if I find out what is happening, I will subject the guilty to what I see fit. I will not have Iromar wolves straight up murdered in my own land! Biting her tongue, she sat, forcing herself to calm down against the rage pounding through her. I can promise you, Zelda. She will be given a fair trial. There has been too much blood in Iromar. I would hate to shed more. But I won’t let this go. Her teeth bared again and she even started digging at the ground below her paws. The assassin took more than a wolf, a friend, from her pack. Eleanor was a mother, Zelda. She took a mother away from a mate, four children, and an adopted foster pup. Now when she looked up at the Goddess of Taviora, the rage still lingered but it had been covered in a blanket of sorrow. Her youth broke through, and now she was lamenting a loss to a trusted friend.
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