There was a strength to hunting in these hours. It kept her from maiming and drawing blood from those that didn't need it. Set on edge and restless that part of her that was a bit more cruel, a bit more violent felt snapped.

There was always things to learn. Always things never to ask. The emotion ran through her as wild fire, still the running helped. If Scales was Thunder surely she was a sandstorm. Hair whipped behind her as that new found strength and speed had her pushing herself to the limits.

Still there were no ragged breaths to come from the Coyote, no worn out exhaustion. The sinuous nature of her body was a well crafted machine, a honed weapon.

They all had done what they could to get where they were at now. Taking their places in line and working through the trials. Making their place for acceptance. A discussion of dominance and claiming a place as Alpha had flicked a switch within her. That same switch that had been flicked when Dillon had been threatened.

That had been a long stretched week of blood and chaos, torment and dogtags. Torture discussions had never been so violent and the Coyote... reveled in those moments.

That sensation had come with the threat of any suggestion of the take of her mate's life.

Something needed to be killed. It had nothing to do with hunger to keep the belly full but a hunger that was so rarely quiet, so rarely sated.

Well she knew that the Saurian would track her even as that Coyote grin split her lips and never met those serpentine eyes of python green. Tracking and hunting had never come so easy to her.

The buck never knew what hit him. One moment she was the beast to take down the buck, and the next the Coyote was blood painted and feeding.

Taking the Saurian's blood had changed her. Bloodletting always had been that way for her. Only comparable to the touch of her bare hands upon a claimed victim.

Within her was a burning sun. The heat of it smoldered and painted its pattern beneath her flesh leaving her with a glow. Heat that would spill out.

Ever would it be a blessing that that heat did not bring forth flame, wouldn't want the whole glen to go down in flames after all.

Licking her mouth that eerie song of the Coyote's howl unsettled the night. Reminding of the terrors that hunted the night. Never to forget that when it came down to it in the end, Brilyah would ever be one of them.

He's drunk again, it's time to fight
She must have done something wrong tonight
The living room becomes a boxing ring
He's time to run when you see him
Coming licking his hands
She's just a woman
Never Again

The fool had gone to the shelter and was bellowing his anger at the one protecting that which he thought he owned. The woman and her brat were his property. They had no right keeping them from him. He slammed and bellowed his drunken anger while they cringed.

That was until a low growl was heard from behind him. The drunkard turned to the sound wild-eyed and reckless. The liquid courage had him and it showed. He sneered as the slender form stepped from the shadows. The woman was dressed in a leather jacket, jeans and a worn t-shirt with boots on her feet.

He growled a challenge to her, slurring his words. She laughed and crooked one finger at him mockingly. She was daring him to strike and he did...

His mistake.

He's drunk again, it's time to fight
Same old shit, just on a different night
She grabs the gun, she's had enough
Tonight she'll find out how fucking
Tough is this man
Pulls the trigger just as fast as she can
Never Again

After about two hours of silence, one of the attendants peeks out the door of the shelter. There was a squeak as the attendant shouted to another to get the watch.

Arranged in a heap was the drunken fool. He was alive... barely. A note pinned on his form. He looked like he went a round or five with a battering ram.

"This is what happens when a bully meets someone stronger than him."

"The Sins of the past. Sins of my Father. Sins of your Mother. This is what happens when they go away."

Catatonic near she seemed as she knelt on the ground, feeling the cold smooth of the stone beneath her flesh. Chilling to the desert warmth of her own skin. That Burning Heat.

It came in a violent torrent. Godric was gone.

There was the Pack but there was a difference a detachment to them all as her thoughts were drawn inward.

Scales was gone too.

Those that would understand had left her.

"You should not do what your mother does. Do as I say. Not as I do."

The edge of the blades were serrated, sharp and jagged as flechettes were dripping with blood as they parted and peeled away the flesh of the body of one that could only be viewed as a man or woman by terminology only.

The art. The destruction of Brilyah's madness had made the severed limbs and carved flesh nothing more then meat and bone.

"Never do as I do... this world... will drive you mad... if you do."

A bark of laughter before it bubbled, twisted, corded into rage as her hands plunged into the remaining parts of flesh that seemed now wet, slick, bloody carcass.

Nails becoming claws and the flesh was torn to bits. Snarling and howling out her rage.

That bit of smooth rock was kissed by the light of moon turned red of blood. Glistening ruby spill of Briar's madness revealing itself.

She took her trophy. Slung another pair of dog tags around her neck.

Soaked to biceps in her kills blood she smiled violently, blood coated palm pressed to her swollen womb.

"I'm a bad mother..."

Blood ties. Blood would ever be thicker then everything. Even Love. Love didn't make them stay... everyone always left her alone in the end.

But the pups... they had no choice.

Bound to her by blood. Forever and always. She had damned them all.