And getting rather tiring. He and the strange wolf, the one he had taken to calling Silvermask, had been staring each other down for what felt like hours. Both were bleeding from wounds that had been inflicted upon each other and apparently they were both waiting on the other to make the next move. It felt as though it was going nowhere fast. Of course, it wouldn't stay that way. She was his. He knew she was his. He was going to make sure she knew he was his, even if his father had tried to lure her away to be his own mate.
That just wouldn't stand.
Not at all.
He cracked a wry grin, his fangs stained red. This would be fun. His muscles rippled beneath his void of a pelt and the marks on his face had him looking furiously insane. The wound on the top of his shoulder was bleeding and stinging, but he almost couldn't feel it at the moment, as he was too thrilled about the looming confrontation.
"What are you waiting for, Silvermask?"
