Oh she would let him know exactly how she felt about all this when she found him, and the scent she was picking up told her that she was getting closer. The very stallion that she had met over a year ago and thought that she would follow anywhere. The very stallion that had knocked her up and then left her to birth and raise twins alone. She wasn’t going to lie, it had been hard, but now, not too far trailing behind her, was a pair of yearlings. A colt and a filly, around a year old by now. One black and one white. She had knowingly named them after one of the stories that Cullen had told her, because during the months she had carried the twins, when their father hadn’t been around, she had had ample time to think, and the only thing she had left of the bastard had been memories and stories. Now that the twins were big enough to travel far, she had started on a journey to find him, as the white mare found herself not being able to forget about him.

She couldn’t explain why, but maybe it was the younger Lilith who had just felt hungry for power and and a sense of belonging that had let her lower her spiked walls to him. Now she just felt anger, a sense of wanting to strangle the asshole and show him what they had made together, and to make him take some responsibility. She wasn’t a sweet, caring mare in any way really, she could be harsh, stubborn, deceiving, calculating, power hungry and at some times… Cruel. She wasn’t sweet and kind and would never be. She would strive for power and her own winnings, and she would never bow to anyone. That was just how she was. To this day, she couldn’t remember how she could have let him do her like this. But what had happened had happened, and she couldn’t change it, but she could make him take responsibility for what he had done.

“Don’t linger, we’re almost there. I can smell him.”

After following the rumors of where he had went, meeting stallion after stallion that had mentioned that he had talked to them on his travels, she had finally arrived here. His smell was all over these lands, and since they had arrived at this place, apparently a place he sort of ruled, his scent had gotten stronger. She longed to tear him a new one for leaving her like that, and you could see it in her eyes. The time that had passed, the strain of carrying, birthing and raising twins on her own, didn’t show on her lithe, pale frame. She still looked every inch of the confident young lady that she had been, and still was. She knew she looked good, her perfectly white coat and long hair, those eyes that could slay you with just one glance, and that lithe frame with feminine curves… You couldn’t see on her that she had once carried twins, she was back to her normal, slim form. But you could see on both of the kids that they were definitely hers, in one way or another. The filly was dainty and beautiful, striking in black with blue eyes. The colt looked more like his father, but with her white coat.