I wonder what kind of a wolf I am to him. I find myself to hold no importance in his eyes, he sees me as an appealing object to play with I suppose for he does not treat me as his gift from the moon. At this point, I feel drained. I feel exhausted by this constant tug of war between us.
"Královna," Moira calls me softly her eyes worried for my mouth is sealed shut, tears held back with a fierceness. Despite the turmoil of my heart that savagely severs me into two, I am determined to not show these females a hint of my vulnerability. I hoped I would face no need to put on my mask in my male's pack but I suppose I can never bare myself to any wolf, my disguise must remain forevermore.
"Where is this ritual taking place? Guide me, Moira."
