I watch the children start bickering, the male silent but his features turning aggressive as his sister tries to make all the decisions for him. She seems to have the evil streak in her, having taken another puppy as a prisoner. Malignant material, that one. The male is silent but his figure speaks of his major discomfort. He wants to leave. My lips tug toward a sneer. Where is the ice blood that runs through his veins? Where is his confidence of being an heir of Malignant Felicity? He seems to be lacking in that. The moment he growls, the female tackles him to the ground, speaking up that he would love to help out with the hunt when it's more than obvious that the male would like anything but to help. None the less, I like her spirit.

And then it happens. A breeze blows and with it, the most haunting perfume. Her perfume. I close my eyes, inhaling deeply, my ears folding back as my tail gives a gentle wave, only for her. I have never been loyal to a pack or any other wolf, not until I met Queens. She is the only wolf I would kill for, die for. When my eyes open, they are a scorching gold, searching the darkness for I know that is where she will come from. She is always with the dark. And then she comes, unfurling from the shadows like the most beautiful banshee. My skin quivers with anticipation as I take a step toward her, my ears forward, my tail giving another wave. I note the movement of Arcadian and Kazier, though I show no reaction. Of course Arcadian would be happy to see her. It doesn't take a fool to see he's still head over heels for her. I see only her, watch only her. At her words, my lips tug toward a slow smirk.

Always.

My voice is deep and full of dark intentions, my eyes glowing.