Blackfeather Woods stop and smell the roses

  As she finished, the pale wolf moved closer, closing the gap between him and her. She grinned and said softly, "Tell me, do you like to spill blood?"

 The dark star had a bad habit of giving people scars and bruises. It made her quiver with joy. Indeed, she was a killer. Ruthless, manipulative, and strong. No one dare  turn their back on her. Not even her own Packmates should trust her. But still, they had. For now, she would keep it that way. She looked into his  eyes, her optics glinting. "Because here, it's where the big boys play. I hope your up for the challenge."