He had to have had something to do with it. He was the one that distracted her from being available to help and save her youngest packmate. Being alpha comes with many responsibilities, but the most important responsibility is keeping her pack safe. She had failed that job all because she was so fascinated by a vampire? Could it be possible that it was purely her fault that her pack member had died? Avina took a second to think about the question that popped into her mind. He didn’t come looking her her, she interrupted his meal. He had not kept her from leaving, she choose to stay. He was like a shiny new toy, and she had allowed herself to lose all focus. It was her fault...

Avina sensed more than saw the vampire move towards her. With less than a second to decided what to do, she let the wolf’s instinct guide her actions. She crouched down, waited for him to get close, then lunged for his feet as he reached for her. Her plan was to grab his pant leg as he passed over her and knock him off his feet. Using the momentum from her lunge, she continued to run to the other side of the clearing before she slid to a stop while turning back to him. The wolf growled at him again, but it was not as aggressive as before. Could it be that he truly had nothing to do with her lost pack member.

For someone who did not want to fight her, he was sure doing a good job! Avina closed her eyes for a moment. It was only fair for him to know who he was fighting. When she opened her eyes, they were no longer yellow but rather a soft baby blue. It was clear by his actions, and words, that he did not know who he was talking to. If he did, she had a feeling he would have more to say. 

It is my fault…. the accusing thought ran again and again in her head. Her eyes slowly turned back to yellow and she sat down with a huff. The realization that it was her fault left her with no willingness to fight anymore. If it was truly her fault, then she deserved to be killed. Over four hundred years of taking care of her pack, she had never let her guard down so much that she allowed one of them to be killed. A whine escaped her muzzle and she bowed her large head as if to give him permission to kill her. If she died, then she would be unable to let down her pack anymore. Her eyes shifted back to blue as she took back over her wolf. Just do it, she attempted to communicate to him through locking her eyes with his.