Ain't No Rest For the Wicked

He. Kept. Talking.

Sparrow wanted more than anything to yell at him to shut up. She could only imagine how that would go. Her breathing was getting heavier as her heart rate sped up. She felt the blood flooding her face and ears.

She retained eye contact with him. She wouldn't crumble easily. She was an alpha, she reminded herself. She would handle this professionally or dye trying.

As he spoke, Sparrow- even to her own surprise- found herself considering his words. Her eyes stayed narrowed at him, her nose beginning to wrinkle if only slightly. He was right- in a way. But for Sparrow to give up was underestimating her and her pack's power.

This wasn't a decision she could make herself.

"You say I helped you that day. You say you are helping me now, but I need one more thing," she said, her voice quivering although not even she was sure if it was from fear or anger.

She chose to believe it was anger.

"Give me one day. I want to talk to my pack. If they accept your terms, then I will submit. If not," she said, her green eyes rolling as she sighed, "Then I will face you, alpha to alpha. Shouldn't be a problem for you personally, right?"

Sparrow shifted her weight, trying to swallow her nerves.

"If I talk it over with them, maybe it will be peaceful. If you come in, it definitely won't be," Sparrow explained. "So, since you offered to try to make things peaceful, let me handle this. If I can't, then the agreement is off and we'll handle this as per- what- your usual plan?"

Sparrow shrugged. If it was going to happen sooner or later, then she didn't have anything to lose by asking him to wait a day.