I'LL WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR NECK
It was not long before she stumbled across the brute, pacing as if he was nervous. Well, she assumed he had been pacing from the distance she had observed him. Good. Let him pace, let him consume himself with doubts and anxieties and fears. She neared with all the confidence of a Queen, expression nothing short of entertained. Her moonlight-colored eyes watched him, taking him in, hoping to discover which buttons to push and what nerves to pluck.
He spoke first and she responded with a chuckle, not minding the bitterness and sarcasm that came with his words. ?Sweetheart, I?m everyone?s favorite wolf,? she sniped, feigning an ego if only to see if that would bother him. She would stand with confidence and dominance, hoping to at least start her interrogation with the right air. Who was he to her? She was a queen and he was merely a healer lucky enough to spend a night with her beloved vixen, a man whom would feel her wrath if she believed his heart held anything but lust for the Sol. ?Will you be so vile to me? I?m practically the step mother of your own children. Shouldn?t we get along for the sake of the children?? she spoke, as if she truly care about the filthy whelps.
What would draw this man out of his shell? What buttons could she push to ensure that he would be thoroughly annoyed? She hoped to find out, sooner rather than later.