Butterfly Dreams

Crescendo slipped smoothly out of his hiding spot and lunged toward the female all in one motion, looking only to hold her down while Morgana got what she needed. He would not hurt this female, no. Someone had to get out that they were not to be messed with. Maybe, on the other hand, a single scar would be a reminder of the pack, if she would lay still under him and let him carve it. Nothing to drastic, just a little pain to remember then by...