In the supernatural world there was no document that dictated what you can and cannot do. It might be because each species couldn't work together or form some sort of trust to even begin building some sort of natural understanding for their world. Everyone kept to themselves. The Were's had packs, the Vampires had covens, and the Witches stuck with their own. Of course, no one would pair up with a Dark Hunter- no one was that crazy on the ambition of creating peace. Even though she wasn't treated like a member of the pack, she still knew the rules and laws, and luckily Were's laws seemed to mesh well with one another with only a slightly few differences. As of right now the dagger that he had clutched in his hands, did not belong to him. The mark of her clam, was evident on the design of the hilt. It had the image of a clock, stuck in the mouth of a wolf. Any wolf would know it and keep away from it. She could have given him the benefit of the doubt. She could have apologized and played nice, admitting that he was stupid enough not to check very carefully the rights that were permanently etched in the metal. It belonged to her pack and no one else. The desire to have something, something that belonged to her own kind, was very meaningful to her insignificant life.

After attacking him she was predicting just how he was going to try to attack her. She knew the only weapon he had was the dagger she was aiming to get and so her bloodied teeth were barred as she made a move for his wrist, wanting to sink her teeth into his flesh once more. By doing so, the dagger would fall, and she would grab it and run like hell. Yet that would not be the case. As the silver dagger was slammed into her tail, she felt her body recoil as fire seemed to spread through her veins. Silver was not a kind metal. One would think it was stupid for a pack to carry around a silver dagger, but the meaning behind carrying such a weapon was far more divine- if one understood its significance. A piercing yelp followed by an agonizing whimper left the bloodstained muzzle of the she-wolf. She would cringe and her body recoiled from the tough of the silver blade in her tail. Blue-grey eyes narrowed when she noticed the dust turning into columns and bars. The basic understanding that she was being caged once more, only caused the girl to take a last swipe at the male, hoping her claws would get to him. A low snarl rumbled in her chest as her scarred face turned to look him in the eye, bloodstained teeth barred.

"Pack dead...I...killed them all."

Her form would move around in its small cage, as her eyes focused on the dagger. Sniffing the metal her jaws would open as she grabbed hold of the hilt lifting her head as she slowly attempted to pull it out. A high pitch whimper could be heard as the toxic blade left her tail. Her tail weakly swayed as she attempted to get feeling behind it. Dropping the dagger to her paws, safely in the cage, her paw touched the hilt as she turned her head glaring at him. He claimed to kill her, bragged how he would deal with her body. It was far too much than necessary. So, she decided to let him know that his bragging rights would conquer nothing.

"No family...no pack...no one cares if I'm dead or not."

It was his mistake that he assumed there was fear brushing out of her. Rather it was swelling confidence and acceptance. She was used to being stuck in a cage like this. She was used to be abused and being stabbed and locked in a cage wasn't a surprise. Ignoring him a rough snort escaped her muzzle as she turned her head slowly to him, blue-grey eyes held nothing but pain, no touch of fear on her scarred face.

"There is no fear...I...have nothing...to lose."

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven