Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned

It had been a while since Theta had had a good fight. Her desire to dominate others needed to be satiated, to feel the blood of another wolf within her mouth. She was looking for a fight and she wanted a good one. Stepping onto the battlefield with an aura that exuded bloodlust, her steps were purposeful and her eyes filled with an almost crazed look, not at all trying to hide the vicious nature that lie within her.

She took a deep breath of the air which brought a wicked smile to her face. She was never one to say no to the scent of blood. Looking around for whoever was unlucky enough to be her victim her eyes fell on a wolf she hadn’t seen in some time. It was the she wolf her father had taken for a mate when he decided to have that litter she was supposed to call siblings. She had been working on her thoughts about them before she had left the pack but since leaving it there was no need so she had let her thoughts fester until they were much worse than they were originally. The ages of no real socialization had took their toll, her violent side was less reigned back as there was no need for it to be.

Theta relished the thought of beating up that woman, the one who she had grown to hate so much. Maybe if they hadn’t come into her life it would still be the same, by this point she could have been the heir to her father’s old pack, she could be basking in the sun of the south. No siblings but the 4 she was born with. She let out a crazed laugh as she stared at the woman, she wanted to see that wolf begging for mercy under her paws, praying that she be let live.