Blackfeather Woods i'm in over my head

She was angry with him. He smiled at it, the complete control over another's emotions. Control was what he had always desired, and being without a purpose, even a minute one as annoying the everloving shit out of her, gave him no control over his life. Deluded? He parroted back. Have you seen where you are? You're in the headquarters of a murdering, lying, spider-loving cult of wolves. I'd say my delusions are far from the least practical.

His tail curled tightly over his back in response to hers. It was amusing, seeing how she had suddenly shedded the chains of captivity, as if the scars had not been left. His eyes met hers, burning into the green orbs with a silent challenge. Are you going to fight me?