Shook hands with the devil

There was no coherent thoughts going through his mind at this point. It was just a mix of righteous anger and furious disbelief. She'd actually hurt him. A deep bite crossed the lower part of his throat and covered his chest in blood. He'd seen his women beg or struggle or run, but he'd never actually felt one of their teeth tear his skin before. It sent him into a blind rage and as soon as Tamsyn took off with Rhona close behind he went after them without hesitation. He would kill her for this. If he hadn't already been sure of that before, he certainly was now. Religion laws and all be damned - he'd make a lesson out of her and show Rhona what would happen if she even thought about pulling the same sort of stunt as Tamsyn.

He was so driven and and blinded by his own determination and fury that he barely realized how much blood he had lost and how much he was struggling to even stay on his feet. The fact that they passed over a pack's borders didn't register at all. He had his eyes set on his target as if he was wearing blinders and nothing was going to come between him and them at this point. When Tamsyn stopped and he saw Rhona duck behind his sister he began to stumble to a stop with a breathless, crazed chuckle. "End of the line," he told them with a sick grin that pulled at his gaping, panting muzzle. "After all these years... I'll get to do what... Father should have already done," His words were broken up by gasps for air and he tried to walk closer to them, but each step felt heavy and clumsy.