The Sabertooth delta had been lonely. She was isolating herself - from her mother, from her sister, from her uncle, from everyone really. It wasn’t difficult to do. Only Remus, Chickadee, and Daneliya really loved or liked Derevko at all. She had wanted to make it that way.
But she had been feeling down because of it lately. Wolves were not meant to be solitary creatures; they belonged in a pack. Of course, some of this isolation was not really wanting to think about her soultie or how she had treated the man she was bound to. Never mind that he was king of Sabertooth. Never mind that he had made her delta, a higher-up rank. He could just as easily have put her at the bottom of the pecking order for being such a b/tch.
She wished he had, sometimes, because as it was she thought about it constantly.
She sat in a patch of tall grass and dormant bushes, swathed in the moonlight from tonight’s full moon.

“‘Cause what we have is real - & real can hurt sometimes.”