A Lust Duet Stalking Prey (Mature)

The beauty inquires about him trying to track her. "I am interested in meeting each of our pack brothers and sisters," he explains. She had smirked at him when mentioning 'attempting to track'. That annoys him. A furry lip twitches. If only he doesn't have to pretend to be good. Fangs would rip that uptight smirk right off her pretty little muzzle. Such a dainty wolf. It's a shame she irritates him. He could make her his mate, twist her so she kills with him. Internally he grins. She would make lovely puppies. All with killer instincts, of course.

Now she refuses to give him her name. What a bitch. She bested him, now she's keeping a name from him. "If you won't tell me your name," he almost growls. "Then I will be forced to continue calling you Trickster." Laughter fills his eyes. See how she likes that. Play, the voices trill. Fun, they tell him. He has to agree. A though strikes him, he pauses. He hasn't heard anything from the light inside for some time. Was it still there? He can only wonder. The touch of good rarely speaks up. It is hard to say for sure if it is completely gone. Amber eyes narrow, would he be able to tell when it is finally gone? More than likely.