ZINA
"So you knew my mother." Zina observed more than taunted. She watched Vessira's frame that trembled uncontrollably like her rage could not be contained even by the force of the world.
But Zina hardly cared for her anger. No, all she cared about was the knowledge of her mother.
"She must have been your friend." Zina continued taunting her, "a friend that you betrayed so terribly."
"Stop that." Vessira finally spoke, her voice low while maintaining an almost intimidating trembling to it.
"What?" Zina scoffed, "You can't even face what you've done? I suppose you're the worst kind of coward."
"I said stop IT!"
Zina was sure that Vessira was about to lunge for her, perhaps to tear out her tongue and ensure she could no longer speak again when a most surprising voice saved her from the wrath of the Alpha of the Matriarchy Pack.
"Is everything alright?"
