Present:
Moira
I watched Astor as she paced aimlessly around the pack hall. Deep circles were carved under her eyes and her hair was a tangle of knots, the sign of several sleepless nights spent tossing and turning.
‘She will be trouble for us, if she and her wolf keep asking questions…”’ the Darkness whispered.
‘She is my daughter, I can control her. Her oath will keep her bound enough for what we hope to accomplish. There is no need to worry.’
‘You cannot control her. Not without our help…you will need our power and strength to finish what you have started.’
‘I know I do, it is useless to remind me,’ I thought, watching Astor stare aimlessly into the distance, confusion heavy on her brow. Her hand was clenched in a fist, mindlessly rubbing at the bandage wrapped haphazardly arou
