Meghan paced around the long priestess's chambers, her hand in her hair. She had committed the unspeakable today, and she knew, more than anyone else that it soiled her. Way too much for the pure white clothes she was wearing. It soiled her way too much for the pack or the temple.
She swallowed, going on her knees, tears filling her eyes. She hadn't intended on killing him, but blinded by the rage, blinded by the rage, blinded by the fear of becoming nothing but a pack's w***e again, reduced from all the glory she had known, it was too scary.
Way scarier than the blood she still saw on her hands. Way too scarier than the smell of death that now clouded her.
She swallowed, her chest heaving as she shuffled into a corner, her knees coming close, her hands resting on them as they laced int
