She was used to being alone. Walking by herself, hunting by herself, sleeping, by herself. Everything she did, she did alone. Rarely did she do anything with another. She always stayed away from others, never wanting them to slow her down. She went from one place to another, not caring where her paws took her. Always doing what she could to survive without the need to stop. There were times when she allowed her madness, her instability of being alone to take control and cause her to do unspeakable things. After she committed the dirty deeds she would run off and haunt some other grounds. On occasion she would be approached by another, wishing for her assistance, wanting the Monster to come along and haunt a certain area and help curse and destroy lives. It was what she did best. Not once did she care to have someone at her side. She couldn’t find someone to match her, to belong with her. Sadly, the brute before her did not fit the bill that she was looking for. She was looking for her equal, nothing less. It was evident that she needed someone to steady her, someone to show her that the world wasn’t as cruel as she believed it. Sapphire eyes narrowed when she heard him answer her question bluntly. Her hackles rose, ebony fur mixed with grey stood on end, her bloodstained lips pulled back. A low cold gruff voice tumbled out softly from her shredded bloodstained lips.

“A mate…I cannot do.”

It was cold blunt honesty. A mate was something she could not fathom to have. A mate meant she loved someone…and that someone loved her as well. How could any love a Monster? Nothing and no one could. She looked at him, her mauled face bearing no emotion. They may be attached, as he so claimed by Fate, but she had the right to choose. He was no mate of hers. The idea that it was possible was laughable. Turning her agile frame around she would walk through the snow, ignoring him as she chewed on the idea of him wanting her as a companion. A companion. He could be no such thing. She could not travel and walk beside another, she could hardly live with another let alone a pack. It was evident that he was a pack wolf, that he needed the pack in order for himself to survive. A low snarl rumbled from her scarred chest as she sharply spun around, seeing him lower himself in a submissive state. She could taste the panic coming off him. Pathetic. Already he was acting low…he was acting weak, and that was something she could not stand. Whether they were attached or not, surely he could feel her disgust, as much as she could feel his desire to want to have a pup from her. Her dial lowered in a threatening manner growling as her cold voice sliced harshly, sapphire eyes glaring at him.

“A companion…a companion means I can rely on you…and I can do no such thing. You are weak, you cannot control your own needs, you cannot stand up for yourself.”

She would strode towards him slowly, her sharp ivory fangs shown. She wanted him to grow up. She wanted him to start acting like a puntar, a predator, and not some weak prey. He needed to start. He needed to show her that he could be her equal, that he did have an ounce of courage. She could feel his need to be tied to his pack. He showed it by running away from her. The stench of his packed reeked on him, as it mixed in with his fear. Another low growl rumbled from her as she brought her mauled head up, her ebony fur sticking on end. It was now or never. If he truly wanted her, if he truly wanted to be her companion, and she be his own then he needed to prove that he wasn’t a weakling, but not just to her…but to those that truly mattered. He was a pack wolf and he would have to prove himself in the eyes of the only wolves that mattered…his pack.

“Prove to me…prove to me you can have some self-pride…..stand up for yourself…stop being the submissive coward whelp in your pack.”

Her tone was low, a warning, if he could not do this one thing for her, this one way of proving that he wasn’t some weakling that she and others could walk over…then he would never become her companion. He should know by now that if he ever wanted a mate, if he ever wanted a companion that the way he acted now was surely not going to get him what he wanted. Fate could only give him so much without making him work for the rest of it…and right now, his imprint was telling him he needed to take Fate in his own paws…and prove himself.