Emira drove towards the airport with a calm mind. Not once did she feel guilty about the havoc and chaos she had left behind in her former pack. She did not look back. Every single one of them had earned it. The destruction she left was not random, nor was it born of anger alone. It was deserved and well thought out.
She felt she had been reasonable about it. After all, she had not caused any harm to those who had not actively participated in harming her.
Her fingers tapped against the steering wheel as she thought of the future. The small fire she had sent to the Moonville Pack was only the beginning. It would burn through their lies, their cruelty, and their false sense of safety. And when it was done, when it had taught them its lesson, it would return to her.
