Alpha. Something in her pushes her toward Derek, but then the moon appears from behind a shadow and she shakes her head. Brigid jumps up on a fallen tree, looking around. The Angel is gone, good. Growling at the Alpha - not hers, hers isn't here - Brigid takes off deeper into the woods. She wants her pack.

Skidding around a tree, she comes face to snout with a tiger. It growls; her growl is louder. The tiger grabs its kill and backs away. She makes no move to chase it. Why should she?

Brigid looks back. Those red eyes make her turn. Alpha... Alpha... she wants, but... not hers, not hers. The whimper is strangled under another growl.