What a waste!
Meera snarled as she walked about her room. With a wave of her hand, she slammed another decorative porcelain object into the wall, another poor recipient of her anger.
She winced; the injuries she had received from Elder Quinn were still making her weak. The thoughts of the fight between her and the dying Elder flashed through her mind briefly – the way that he had shifted into his wolf form to deliver her a blow that injured her that badly, and how he died only seconds afterward.
He had been a pain in her ass for sure, and it was due to him that she had faltered in her quest to find the dastardly she-wolf. Now, it had been two days already, yet she had not returned to her full power. On top of all that, she had still not found the girl.
