Sleepless I dream of the day [m]

The way that Dante rose and stared at him while he spat out the words was threatening. And Charon didn't like to be threatened. The nerve of Dante that he dared to play innocent, that he dared deny that he should have done more for Osprey. Someone should've saved her -- if she'd lived in Stavanger Bay, then she would've been safe. Charon would've made sure of that (he conveniently forgot about Jorunn for the moment; that was totally different). And at least if someone would tell him he'd done wrong, he would admit it (uh huh) and take the blame (of course).

"You heard me fine," Charon said, and he flashed his teeth in a snarl. Charon hadn't actually fought that often, for usually threats were enough, but right now he'd had enough. The young Beta did not intend to stand down to Dante again. Dante didn't deserve to be Alpha of his own pack, and he certainly didn't deserve to be Osprey's friend. He just didn't seem to care at all.

Charon lifted his tail over his back to match his snarl, exuding the dominance he had grown so used to as Beta of a pack whose Alpha was barely present in spirit. "I don't think you ever cared for her at all. You didn't deserve a friend like her, or your pack, or any of the other stuff you have, you stupid fuck." While he did not attack, Charon made it evident with his body language he didn't intend to stand down. He wanted nothing more than to throw Dante down to the ground by the scruff and make him physically repent, add actions to his words, but for now he didn't.