❝ do you think i’m some kind of joke, alexander? ❞
THERE’S A MOUTHY TONE set in stone of pursed lips. her features are pale, and porcelain, like silver. almost quite sure that she’s the only one alive and breathing who’s attitude could penetrate a wolf in sheep’s clothing. then again --- she had never been the best at the art of holding ones tongue. J E A L O U S Y lingered in her bones, with no right to exile them to his existence. not after everything she has done, not after the emotional turmoil a human girl has caused. but her SOUL is far from ordinary, it bleeds and burns for his howl. she is the moon, bright and illuminating and completely OUT OF REACH. ❝ who is she. ❞ it’s not a question, it’s not even the slightest hint of fondness lacing her tone in this moment. no, it’s a wolf queen baring her fangs, and digging a grave for yet another skeleton in their closet.