In Whispers, the Darkness Calls (joining)

Meldresi Melonii. The alpha of Blackfeather Woods. This was who had answered him. Nothing indicates that his looks had affected her. She speaks with buisness in her tone. He will match it. But she will fall to him, eventually. He is glad she is the one who came. Now he knows the alpha. If he kills this one. The pack is already destroyed. Gone, the voices agree. Won, they howl. All he would have to do is murder the others. Then there will be no Blackfeather Woods pack. This charming area will be his to roam.

The sun behind him is almost gone. The dark of the wood has gone even blacker. The wolf before him is being swallowed into the beginning of the night. She is so beautiful. Evil in pure form. He may want to mate with her before killing her. Just gazing at her is starting to rouse him. The feeling is different than his blood lust, but just as dangerous. He focuses on her blue eyes. They are a contrast to her dark looks. The color speaks of kindness. He hates the shade. They should be blood red. That would be perfect.

Her next question confuses him. What could he offer this pack? Their deaths. But he can't say that. So then what? Other's death? The voices suggest. No he can't reveal that. Strength? They say. Yes, he is strong. His tall build proves that. Shoulders roll, tail wags slightly. "I am strong." But that's not all. He is quick. "I can hunt and I can fight," he adds. He can also destroy, track, plan. His mind is cunning, his body well toned. How could she resit him? That gets under his skin. But why should it matter? He doesn't care about this female. Other than her death of course. Maybe that was it. He needs her to want him so her death is that much sweeter.