Predator or Prey

The gaze of the other wolf seemed locked on the earthy soil beneath their paws. A distant faraway glaze to his eyes. No doubt he was remembering the pieces of his past that connected to their current conversation. There was nothing pleasant about them, from what Sirius understood. The Warlord got it, it couldn't be easy. He had been locked into a bleak past himself before coming here. He had been a slave, and he had molded his personality on the situation he was stuck with. He had lived in a cruel world, and he had been a cruel wolf. Now he was an Alpha, a warlord, and free. He was greedy and possessive, and those that were in his pack belonged to him/ but he protected and cared for them. With him, they were safe.

A dark satisfaction entered his voice, as he lowered his gaze to Mikko. There was a cruel smile on his lips that seemed a little different to the expression he had held before now. The Warlord did not take well to anyone that toyed with what was his. “Here is what I know: When she was taken, she was mine. I did not know where she was, and had no leads to follow. But, when she returned to me, I had her help me. She led me to Enno, and I bled from him the whereabouts of Kyros. Then I bled him some more, just because I could. I found Kyros, and left the bodies where they fell.” It was more than they deserved, the bastards.