It wasn’t long for the stranger to return his own toothy grin, a sign he could not quite completely decode, but the action made the charcoal hessian lift an eyebrow in silent question. Her lyrics followed, a dreadfully boring monologue that he had heard too many times before and one he wished these strange wolves would spice up a little. Place to stay, acceptance, live under your rule, blah blah blah. The brute was about to retort with a potion of sarcasm and annoyance when the mistress displayed some body language the male found most unsatisfying. Her stature was tall, not in the sense of her skyscraper limbs but in the sense of pride. Her banner swayed behind her, as if they were pups and she were inviting the King for a romp in the fields. And, here was the best part, the lady’s only submissive performance was the lowering of her skull. Now, Serris was no satanic beast that practiced absolute dictatorship and total control of his subjects, but respect was not something he would play games with. And Serris loved to play games.

He could feel the fine hairs of his spine rising to attention, his tail growing stiff and erect above his rear. A sly snarl rose to the Alpha’s black-lined lips, not a show of pure barbarism but a warning of the power he held and the standards he set. A low, barely audible rumble resonated from the brute’s chest, the very air seeming to vibrate with the bass of it. Calculated steps brought him closer to the valkyrie, foot by foot, inch by inch, his eyes rimmed with murder. “If you would seek refuge in these lands then I suggest you become acquainted with the ground beneath you before I bury you in it.” His words were harsh, intentions clear. Gone was all the laid back, jolly, sarcastic man who had appeared from within the territory. He would not let his respect be threatened, and he would defend it even to death.

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