The ebony fae blinked as she sat down and waited, watching over the pack from the hill. The side of her neck was throbbing, and was bleeding, but her pelt only masked it. She had gotten it from the infected wolf she attacked on the way back to the alpha and the pack. She said nothing. It wasn't serious, and it wasn't dripping; a sign that said it was only a small scrape.
She looked up as lightning cracked across the sky, and flashed in her eyes. She could tell that the storm was leaving. Klein blinked as he watched her curiously, wondering what was wrong.