Treat me cruel

This boy was smart. He could tell. His response amused him, and greatly so. The boy had balls too, flashing his fangs at him all cocky like. Did he want a fight? If so, Sin would give it to him. "You're more ballsy then your entire pack. Let me guess, you're the misfit?" He didn't know much about this guy. But he had met the Sonticus alpha and she didn't seem to exude much strength. What possessed her to have a pack?

A brow raised at the man's remark, Sin's maw spread in a wicked grin. "Good observation. I am Sin itself. The Devil's spawn." He chuckled darkly, amber gaze locking onto the male's. "I wouldn't be so quick to judge. I could have been the most angelic creature you ever set eyes on, but I'd be lying if I said that."

It was his turn to eye the male. Though he bore the scent of Sonticus, his initial remark had led Sin to believe that this male didn't care much for the pack. Then again, he saw little of Sonticus. The pack was much too quiet, so what did that say about it? Wasn't his concern...yet. "What's your name?"