Uther watched as Lily's carriage left.
The one way he had.
His one ticket to taking over the pack.
To taking what he had desired all those years!
Gone!
That ungrateful bitch!
After all the things that he had done for her.
He wanted to claw his eyes out.
He was so furious.
He raged and looked around frantic before picking up a rock which he tossed at the back of the carriage.
It didn't hit it.
He screamed in anger.
It was then he discovered that the members of the pack were looking at him.
He turned around, left and right.
There were whispers.
His breathing was heavy. "What are you looking at?! Huh?!"
But they didn't stop looking at him.
It was though the more he had screamed at them, the more they stared.
"What the bloody fuck are you looking at?!" He snapped at them.
Upset at the ongoing stares and filled with his own rage, he stormed off.
He was so furious.
He had nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
