Ravensblood Forest Will You Hold the Line?

It was Nemisis' chance to speak again, her words as slippery as a leech. 
"Peace is subjective." She answered flatly. "What is peaceful to the spider is chaos to the poor insect that happens to get ensnared." A smirk at the boring niceity of naieve packs that went about letting anyone in. 
"We both have our family traditions we plan to continue. Essentially, we are a family, or will be," she lied smoothly. "Each honing it's strength and giving it to the pack." 
She had no intention of war, and she was certain neither did Donovan. There was only one wolf she wanted dead above all others. The bitch on the beach. One day, it would be her fangs that ripped the life from her pathetic throat. 
"War happens whether you want it to or not. But as of this point....we are only doing what comes naturally to us."