Moonspear This time

"Are you going to believe some worthless mutt's words, or mine? Why on earth would I want anything to do with an omega?" he snapped impatiently at her cold expression, for it seemed as though she could not make up her mind about matters. She seemed to blame him as much as Harley, which seemed unfair to him, considering he thought himself to be innocent in the matter. A victim, no less, but of course she would not understand that, and so he could not tell her the truth.

She asked him to finish off his thrall -- challenged him to do so, rather, for he felt denial would result in a fight as her teeth snapped shut dangerously close to his face. His lips peeled back to reveal an ugly snarl. "We should do this together." And in a way, it could perhaps give them redemption. Redemption for Lazarus, for not killing the Redhawk wolves when they had a chance. In a wicked kind of way he hoped this would be a teambuilding exercise, their snouts painted in blood while they finally got the revenge and control they so desired. He knew he did.

And after roughly pressing his wrinkled muzzle along Ame's nose, a dangerous and bold move to show her he was still the man she had mated, he turned to find their scent trail -- for doubtlessly they were together -- but not before waiting to make sure Ame joined him.