Sleepless I dream of the day [m]

oh my, this was actually quicker than I thought

I love Charon so much :)

Dante stiffened when Charon snarled. He hadn't been looking for a fight when he left home but it appeared he was going to get one. Charon's words took it way past the alpha's limit and any reservations fell away, totally annihilated by the fury that reared its ugly head.

Neither diplomacy nor pack politics could stop him now. Even in fighting Koda he hadn't been nearly this enraged. He didn't bother putting forth any words, but instead silently lunged, aiming for the throat, the shoulder, or the chest. Thought disappeared and narrowed to a single moment; he wanted to taste this whelp's blood. If he struck he would bite without mercy or restraint.

He wasn't about to stand there and take that, not when he had heard the same doubts echoed by his own mind so often. And definitely not when there was no way the insolent wolf in front of him understood anything about him.