"... Why 'fortuitous'?" She asked, already knowing full well what the answer was. He'd see no challenge from her, and they both knew it. He didn't even care that he had come across her; she wasn't good enough to kill, or good enough to bring back to the clan.

She wasn't good enough.

She wasn't good enough.

Like poison the toxic thoughts spread, stressing her beyond measure as she tried desperately to hold onto what little self control she had left.