biohazard

Silvertip. Jinx Kesuk remained standing above Tiarnán, asserting her dominance over him and her claim to this land. This was Jinx's vision for her pack. Strong wolves who commanded the respect of those who approached their land and demanded fealty, wolves who refused to allow others to stray from protocol without consequence. Instead, the woman had a handful of wolves who scarcely knew how to respect one another, and were causing her a great deal of grief with the other packs. Only Horizon Ridge was untouched by Silvertip's collection of fools.

Still, she believed they could be shaped into the individuals she needed them to be. Likewise, she stared down at the stuttering yearling with the same critical eye she turned upon her pack mates. There was undeniable potential, and she knew the warlock would be an asset to her pack, even if in reality he had no power whatsoever. She relaxed her posture after considering this, lifting off of him to stand at his side, though still she glared.

“Will you kill for Silvertip?” she asked, forgetting that Tiarnán knew very little of her language. “Will you die for it if necessary?”