ELRETH
Every step she took towards the tree homes was pressed harder into the dirt. She breathed through her teeth, hands clenched to fists and stalked across the meadow outside the cave.
She was going to kill Gar. She would actually murder him. And she would enjoy it. She was going to enter his home, open his throat, and paint the walls with his blood. And then she was going to tell every female who would listen about the day five years ago when she'd come home and discovered him experimenting with a star-fruit—
She was passing the walk between his tree and her parent's when she caught his scent—fresh, and leading right to her parent's door. She turned on her heel and stormed into her parent's tree instead, throwing the door open so hard it swung back and cracked against the wall, startling her mother—who whirled, immediately taking a sparring stance—and Gar, whose hands came up defensively.
"You!" she growled.
