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Simitre262

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The moon shined high in the sky, its silvery light illuminating the furry shapes that sprinted across the open planes of Scotland. A chorus of howls suddenly split the silence of the night at the pack of creatures came apon their destination. The werewolves attacked with practice efficiency as the made their way into the village, attacking anyone who tried to leave their homes. The werewolves belonged to an old Tribe of powerful beasts and the place they were currently over running belonged to what they saw as a lesser tribe, one that had worn out its welcome. As more of the creatures swarmed the people in their homes a single, much larger werewolf stopped and stood in front of the village. Its fur was a dashing silver, and a deep scar crossed his left eye. His jowls pulled back in a grin as he spotted the blood that had already been spilled. Another wolf stopped beside him, this was dawning a pitch black pelt and overly large fangs. The silver alpha male made one low growl but the meaning was heard loud and clear. Bring me the girl. The black wolf lifted his head high and let out a long, almost mournful howl to repeat their leader's command. Several howls rose to meet his as well as the screams of the dying and the snarls of those who'd decided to fight back. The silver alpha male watched his warriors worked, licking his chops as his plans were executed.

The black werewolf took off and jumped into the fray so he himself could find his leader's prize. The wolf's name was Hearth, and he was Blake's, the silver wolf, second in command. He quickly made his way through the fighting, finding the chief's home after a bit of looking and barging in with a snarl. Already three werewolves had tired to break in, two laying dead and the other fighting the leader of the enemy tribe. Hearth quickly joined the fight, deciding he'd find his leader's prize after this aggravation was taken care of.
 
She wrinkled her nose in disgust with what was happening outside, she couldn't believe how weak her people had gotten, she was in her human form right now. Her name was Lycana McBane, she had blond hair and pure white eyes leaving her blind, she could see though using her gift of the inner eye or mind's eyes, however you want to say it.

Her long white hair fell down her back, coming to stop about her waist, she was about 5'4 1/2 and weighed about 100lbs. She suddenly spun when she heard an angry growl and the door to there mansion was broken down, she could hear more wolves coming into the house. She quickly took on her werewolf form, a pure white female with the softest fur you would ever feel.

Her eyes were still white as well, she had a slender building in both forms with a small chest. Lycana turned around just as the door to her bedroom was broken down by a huge male. She let out a snarl and stood her ground, she was a fighter, she would do her best to get rid of any males who had come to kill her. "Leave this place now, you and your clan are not welcome here." she growled as she slowly rose to her hind legs.

 
Hearth was covered in quite a lot of blood, the scent of it filling the air. Behind him stood two other werewolves, their bodies a little beat up but no worse for wear. He stepped into the room and snarled, his lips drawn back and showing his teeth. "Oh, we'll leave but you're coming with us? Come easily. Blake wants you in one piece." He growled as the other two wolves stepping into the room, their hackles raised and their own teeth bared. Hearth struck light lightning, lunging forward and ramming hard into Lycana to drive her to the floor. The other two wolves started to make their way into the fight when Hearth suddenly growled at them. "Stay back! I shall bring her to Blake!" He snarled as he tried to hold her down. Blake had wanted her to be mostly unharmed and Hearth aimed to keep it that way. He bit her a few times, warning bites that would break skin but would definitely hurt, as he tried to get her hands behind her back. He did his best to avoid her own dangerous claws, wanting to win Blake's favor but not badly enough to be eviscerated for it.
 
Lycana growled lowly when she felt him slam her to the ground, she snarled and bit at any part of him she could reach. She was not going with out a fight, she was her clan's only heir, with her gone and if her parents were killed then her clan would fall into turmoil. "I am not going anywhere, let me go you brute!" Lycana growled. She bit at one of the other's male, one she bit hard enough to draw blood which soaked her pure white muzzle.

"I am not going to be killed by your ass of a clan Chief." she roared. She snarled and bit at Hearth this time, she managed to get free of his grasp, not taking a second glace she lunged and smashed through the window where she landed all fours and ran out of the village heading towards the dark forest that was a few seconds away. She ran hard unaware of the bleeding wound on her hind leg.

She ran and ran panting hard as her tongue hang out, she tried to catch her breath as she made her way into the heart of the forest. She gasped after a bit and slowed herself down before she came to a stop at a small creek. She got herself a drink then felt the sudden sharp pain from the chunk of glass that was sticking out of the wound in her left hind leg.
 
Hearth snarled as the teeth of the brat sunk into his leg, unable to keep himself from swing at Lycana with the full intent of hurting her. His claws tore through the air that had once been the white wolf and he couldn't help a questioning yelp as he tried to figure out where she had went. Just then, he heard the loud shatter of glass and saw the two other werewolves run to the window, one limping on a badly bleeding leg. With a howl Hearth jumped to the ground and rushed to the window, knocking the others out of the way and bellowing.

On the outskirts of the Clan's land Blake stood tall and growled at the call of Hearth. "He's a good warrior but some times he's so useless." He growled to himself, his ears lifting as he spotted the bright white fur in the moon light, streaked with red from what he assumed to be from one of his warriors. Three wolves offered to give chase but Blake quickly dismissed them all. "No....She's mine." He said. He fell onto his paws and shot forward, making sure there was a good amount of space between him and Lycana to avoid being seen. He followed her scent and blood mostly in the forest when he lost sight of her, coming up on her as she stopped at a creek. He grinned and slowly walked out of the cover of the trees. The moon shined on his thick silver pelt, Blake being a monster of a werewolf. "My my, what a terrible thing to happen. I'll have to beat Hearth for not bringing you to me in perfect condition." He said, his voice low yet smooth and charming.
 
Lycana had a few other wounds here and there, some of the bite marks the other wolves had given her were bleeding and her right ear had been torn as well. She spun around when she heard his words and let out a low growl, she was losing blood pretty fast but not enough to make her weak, well not weak just yet. She tried to raise herself to her hind legs but it was hard to do and painful with the glass in one.

"Why won't you just leave me alone, I never attacked you or your people once, its my father's fault not mine. Just go away would you." she growled and barred her fangs, you could hear the pain and anger in her voice. She winced as she slowly backed away from him, her white fur was soaked and matted with her blood and the blood of the other wolves that had attacked her, she still could taste the one she bit, his blood still in her mouth.

Lycana knew she couldn't fight this male in her state but he was also just so huge, he scared her slightly. She did force herself to her hind legs and stood her distance her fangs barred, a snarl on her muzzle. "Leave me alone." she hissed again. She knew he was an Alpha and she had a pretty good idea who he was. She also had a feeling that his pack was a big, strong and healthy one.
 
Blake grinned at Lycana and slowly started to walk towards her, his back hunched a bit since walking on his back legs didn't really come naturally to him in his wolf form. His thick tail wagged lightly behind him as he came closer and closer to her. "Actually, your father didn't do much either, other than move his clan in my territory. We sent him several warnings, a few dead wolves here, a few slaughtered stock fields there. He just didn't understand." He said, chuckling. "Besides, your's is of a lower clan, one not even fit to live near that of the Flete Clan." He said, stopping a few feet away from her. His eyes scanned over her body and he couldn't help but lick his lips. "Maybe you could be used for a few things. I remember seeing some of my clan nabbing a few of your females." He said. Blake's eyes slid back down her body to her leg where the glass was sticking out. "That looks painful. If you came willingly with me I'm sure I could help you with that." He said, taking another step towards her.
 
Remember, she is not a slave or pet. She is going to be his mate)

"Uh but your wrong there about me being over lower clan. Sure my father may be low born but my mother, she is of very high birth. Nyra McNarma, daughter of Ero McNarma. A high King in the north which makes me a princess." she said as she backed up a few more feet as he got closer, she kept backing away as he got closer until she felt a huge tree behind her. If you looked close enough in her fur around her neck you could see an amulet.

This amulet had the McNarma royal crest which marked Lycana as a princess, thus Blake would be getting a good blood line if he wanted to pass one his genes. "My leg is fine, I don't think I trust any of your brutes to help with the wound, and if you pull the glass out the wrong way, I could bleed out and die." she said as she looked around for some way to escape the huge male that was making his way towards her.

Lycana pushed herself straight again and slowly worked her way to one side trying to get away from the huge trees and towards a game trail she knew to well. She had spent a lot of time in these woods, she knew them like the back of her paw. "If my Grandfather hears that you have harmed me in anyway, he will bring an army of Lycan down on you of the likes you never seen." Lycana said.

Her Grandfather was a feared Lycan, his clan was the most powerful and biggest in the land. "You must remember that." she whispered as she felt her legs about to buckle, she winced and sank into a crouch all fours on the ground. She sniffed the air, her muzzle never stopped its snarl, she let out another low growl in warning, letting Blake know he was getting to close.
 
Blake just continued to smile down at Lycana, not stopping until he was standing before her, as if daring her to bite him. "Grandfather?" He chuckled, shaking his head. "You think I'm scared of some withered old wolf or his followers? My dear, you underestimate me and my clan." He said. "Besides, I have no intention to harm such a beautiful girl." He said. The sound of flesh tearing and bones cracking could be heard inside Blake's body as he slowly started to shrink a bit, a moment later standing in front of Lycana in his thick human form. He ran a hand through his silvery grey hair, stretching his back before he smiled at her with bright white teeth. "I'd say most of your clan is gone by now, either killed or joined up with mine, why not just go ahead and come with me?" He asked, holding out a large hand as if he was a friend helping her up from her tripping. He seemed relaxed, though his thickly muscled arm was tensed in case he needed to jump back and return to his large lycan form. "Say what you want about me and my clan, but we do have doctors. And I really do want to help." He said, for a moment thinking about what the prophets of his clan had told him of this girl. Ever so slowly, testing his luck, Blake slowly started to take the female lycan's clawed hand in his smooth one.
 
Lycana blinked and watched as Blake took on his human form, she narrowed her eyes when she heard his words about her Grandfather. "He isn't some weak wolf like you say. He is taller and his muscles are bigger than yours." she said then jumped when she felt his hand grab her paw and she stared up at him, her fangs barred slightly warning him not to try anything stupid. She kept her eyes narrowed not taking them off him once.

"My sister better be alive, if I hear that any of your men killed her, I will bring hell upon you and your people." she snarled as she yanked her paw away and pushed herself to her feet wincing in pain. She was to weak to change back into human form, right now she was stuck as a wolf. "I can't trust you, I just can't. Not after the slaughter you brought." she turned her head and let out a low howl, then another before another howl could be heard in the distance.

The howl was of a very young female replying back. Lycana relaxed then and stared down at the ground. "Fine what ever, if you want to help me with my wound then you can but once its healed, I am leaving." she snarled at him, she looked away from his hand. "Don't touch me again, or I will bite you." Lycana warned before she turned herself slight, her ears twitched and listened to the air.
 
Blake nodded and turned, signaling her to follow him. Without looking back to see if she was following he quickly changed to his lycan form and sent out a howl of his own, which was soon answered by the usually mournful howl of Hearth. In it was a message that made Blake stop for a moment in surprise. "Maybe the fool isn't as useless as I thought.

While the other lycans had left to report to Blake Hearth had stayed to search the mansion a bit, just in case there was anything usefull for him to find. During his search of the many rooms he came to a light scent trail that was different then any of the others he'd smelled so far. It was definitly female, as well as filled with the scent of fear. With a grin that fleshed slightly red tinted teeth he followed the trail carefully, Hearth soon coming to a room that was nearly pitch black until he opened the door. There, in the darkness, huddled in a corner was what seemed to him a smaller version of Lycana, though there were a few major differences. He lifted his head and howled, wanting to inform Blake of his find. He snarled a bit afterwards, slowly walking towards the girl.

"It seems Hearth has found that sister of yours." Called Blake as he led Lycana out of the forest, leading her to the small encampment that his clan had made just outside of her home. He glanced back, stopping for a bit to see if he would need to help her. That glass that was stuck in her leg was looking rather bad, and Blake knew it could stay in there for much longer without causing permanent damage.
 
Ara's fur as a greyish white and she had dark brown eyes. When she heard Hearth come into the room she scampered under a fall over table and hid behind it. She trembled with pure fright before she ducked her whole body out of sight. She said nothing, she made no noises of threat, she just tried to hide and you could see she was badly bruised and beaten.

Lycana relaxed a bit, she knew her sister was alive, her father wouldn't let her see Ara much, little did she know of Ara's abuse. Both girls were still virgins but Ara was always used as a punching bag to take their father's anger out on. Lycana winced her leg was aching badly as she followed after Blake as the best speed she could but now she was starting to limp.

"I.....ah...don't hurt her please. She is just a little girl." Lycana croaked before she made her way over to him. She was feeling pretty weak and sick right now, before you knew it Lycana had passed out from pain and blood loss, onto the ground. Ara whimpered again and stared around her trying to find away out of the room.

"Please let me go, I don't mean any harm. I just want to see my sister, please." Ara whimpered as tears came to her eyes. The left side of her muzzle had a huge scar running over it all the way across her face and over her right eye where it stopped just where her ear creased to her head. She started to pant softly, this was a sign of stress and anxiety.
 
Blake frowned when Lycana suddenly passed out, rushing to her fallen body and crouching down beside her. He sighed and shook his head. "She should have just accepted my help..." He grumbled as he gently picked her up princess style. The wind picked up a bit, ruffling his thick silver fur as he walked, Lycana firmly held in his arms. It wasn't but a few minutes later that they were in the encampment and Blake was having her checked out by the few doctors they'd brought along with them. He looked outside of the little tent his clan had erected. Just outside a small crowd had gathered, most of them actually from Lycana's own clan, those who had decided it would be better to join the Flete Clan then to die.

Hearth's snarl fell away when he studied the smaller lycan, frowning at the obvious abuse she had suffered in her time. He was a bit confused by this, since he'd been under the impression that this clan was a weak but kind one. "It's ok, calm down." Hearth said after a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. "Just....stop crying. If you come with me, you might get to see her again." He said, slowly edging towards her. His thoughts were a bit split at the moment, Hearth still wanting to earn Blake's favor but a bit fearful of what he would do to the small girl. All he'd said was to get Lycana, which he'd failed at.
 
"You brought her to us just in time, the glass would have cut her artery if she hadn't passed out and if you hadn't brought her to us in time." one of the doctors said as he finished cleaning the wound. They had managed to get the glass out with out causing any damage to Lycana, now they were stitching her wound shut and putting a bandage on it. "Are you still sure you want this female as your mate?" one of the females of his clan asked.

Ara blinked and stared out from behind the table and up at Hearth. "Your not going to kill me, your not going to hurt me?" she asked as she stayed put but wiped the tears from her eyes. She bit her lip and looked around the room wishing to see her older sister again. "Where is she, where is Lycana? I want my sister." Ara cried out as she sniffed the air hoping to catch her sister's scent on anything, she suddenly smelt it on him.

"What did you do to her, you hurt her didn't you?" Ara cried before she hid back behind the table and moved slightly away from the male wolf. She bulled her knees up to her chest, wrapped her tail around herself and hid her head in her knees. Her ears were flat against her head and you could tell she was frightened of him and what he was going to do to her.
 
Blake studied the unconscious Lycana and smiled, turning to the female. "Yes. Yes I do. The prophets say it is to be, and in all honesty, I'm not really complaining about their little visions. She's got a mighty strong will, and is quite beautiful." He said, stroking Lycana's cheek before turning and leaving the tent. He stepped out side and took in a deep breath, not scenting Hearth and wondering where that damn wolf had went to.

Hearth scratched the back of his head, his ears pinned back. He was unsure of what to do, not really used to dealing with something like this. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I have no reason to. Just take a deep breath and calm down." He said, panicking a bit when she started to accuse him of hurting her sister. It was a bit ironic, since he had been trying to catch her not even three minutes ago. He took a few steps forward, trying to shush and calm her down. "No no no, I didn't do anything to her, I promise. She's safe, I swear." He said, going to the table and reaching over the table to her. Careful not to cut her with his claws, Hearth gently petted Ara's head. "Lycana is ok, I saw her just a little while ago. I bet she's with my clan leader Blake right now." He said, though he tried to make it sound better than how things really were.
 
Lycana groaned and her eyes shot open and she rubbed her head wondering where she was. She sniffed the air and her ears perked up, she smelt most of her clan. She pushed herself so that she was sitting. "No you musn't you may hurt yourself more." one female said. "Silence, I will do as I please, you are not of my clan." Lycana snarled before she limped out of the tent and suddenly her own clan ran to her giving her hugs and such.

Lycana relaxed glad that they were still alive, she was glad no one had been killed in the fighting, well non of the most loyal and caring of her clan wolves. Ara blinked and stared up at Blake feeling his paw come down on her head, she whimpered slightly and flinched but then seemed to relax when she felt him being gentle with her. "I uh...I want to see her." she croaked as she wiped tears from her eyes.

She slowly pushed herself to her feet, keeping her ears back and her tail between her legs she moved so she was standing a few feet away from him. She was smaller and her fur not as pretty as Lycana's. "Please take me to her, I want to see my sister." she said softly as she wrapped her arms around herself and seemed to give herself a hug to calm herself down.
 
Blake lifted an eye brow as he watched those who had betrayed their own clan rush to their darling princess, making him smile and shake his head. Such weaklings, but it was expected. He ran a hand through his hair and stepped forward, snarling a bit and causing a few of Lycana's old clan mates to scurry out of his way. "See? I'm not the horrible monster you think I am. Not all of them are dead. Just the ones that were cowards and those who wanted to live." He said, giving a few sharp looks to those around them. He wasn't fond of cowards and he knew he'd have to keep an eye on them to be sure they wouldn't turn on him. "And from what I can tell, Hearth has found that sweet little sister of yours." He said, smiling as if he'd done a good thing.

Hearth smiled a tiny bit and placed a gentle hand on Ara's back, lightly pushing her towards the door so he could lead her to the encampment. "You'll see your sister in just a bit." He told her. As he led her out of the mansion he did his best to keep her away from all the places that was either covered in blood or bodies, able to tell that she was a frail little thing. Seeing the results of battle was something he didn't think she could handle. Within a few minutes he was guiding her away from her home and towards the light that came from the fires in the camp. "Just a bit further. Everything will be alight." Said Hearth, beckoning for her to go a bit faster.
 
Lycana gave him a low snarl back and gave him an angry look. "Your still a jack ass." she snarled before her head turned and she saw two wolves making their way towards them. Lycana lifted her head and a huge smile came to her muzzle before she saw who the little wolf was, it was her little sister Ara, she was glad she was alive.

"I still hate your guts and always will." Lycana snarled at Blade before she broke off into a run, she ignored the agony in her hind leg as she ran towards her sister. Ara saw Lycana running towards her and she broke into a run towards her older sister, she was so happy to see Lycana. Ara's tail was wagging happily as her older sister hugged her tightly.

"Thank the gods you are alright, my life would not be worth living if you were dead." Lycana whispered into her sister's ear. "I am here now dear, I hung on just for you." she said and looked up into Lycana's eyes to see that her sister was now crying. Ara hugged her sister back, she knew Lycana was now about to leave her alone again or take her eyes off of Ara.
 
Blake just smiled and shook his head, watching the smaller female run to the two approaching shape and holding back the few doctors that tried to chase after her. "But she might bleed out!" Cried out on of them, trying to push past their powerful leader. They failed miserably but he just shook his head. "She'll be fine. She's just going to meet her sister. Hearth may have dropped the ball on Lycana, but I guess he came back with something almost as good. At least this will make her feel more at home." He said, lowering his arm and walking toward the pair of females. Hearth stood not far behind them, looking around a littler nervously and scratching his furry head. He feared that Blake would be angry with him, and the last thing he wanted was to have a finger bitten off or an ear torn to teach him a lesson. When he looked to his leader, however, he saw that there wasn't a ounce of anger on his face.

Blake stepped up behind Lycana and chuckled, his icy blue eyes looking down on both her and her sister. "Come now, why would she be dead? We would never kill such a cute thing." He said, grinning wolfishly at Ara. He glanced at Hearth and gave him a look, at which the lycan nodded and stepped up to Ara. "Please, come with me. We need to get you something to eat and a living space set up until we leave." Said Hearth as he laid an arm around Ara and began to pull her towards the camp. Then, it just left Blake and Lycana. He smiled at her and motioned for her to follow him to his tent. Once inside he told everyone but him and Lycana to leave, though two large lycans stayed just outside the entrance. Blake sat down at a small desk that looked even smaller when compared to him. He leaned back in his chair, studying Lycana for a moment. "Would you finally like to know why you're here?" He asked.
 
Lycana was so happy to see her littler sister, she couldn't believe that Ara was there close to her. She growled slightly though as Heath took her sister away from her, she flattened her ears against her head. "Hey where are you taking her?" Lycana snarled. Ara shook her head and told her sister that is was alright, so Lycana nodded her head and watched her sister walk off with Hearth. "Sorry, she can be a bit to protective, she loves me a lot though." Ara said as she looked up at Hearth and followed him off towards some place for her to stay.

Lycana followed after Blake an angry look on her face, she hated him for some reason. She couldn't quite put her paw on it but she had a feeling he was up to something. "Yah, why the hell did you attack my family and kidnap me away from my people? Other than you being some stuck up asshole." she snarled and barred her fangs. She then slumped down on the bed and slowly shrunk back to her human form pulling her clothing close to her skin, she was feeling rather cold that night.
 
Hearth led little Ara to his own tent at the edge of the encampment, sitting her on his bed while he gather a few things. It was a nippy night, so he quick to getting a few blankets for her. Not even a moment later he had a small table and a nice meal set out for her. "Here, this is for any rough treatment that may have occurred before I got there." Hearth told Ara, stepping back and slowly returning to his human form. After a few moments later a weirdly thin man stood before Ara, his hair a deep brown and his eyes a deep green.

Blake smiled at Lycana from the other side of the desk, leaning over it and placing his hands together. "I'm not sure how mystical your clan was or how much your grandfather believes in it, but I know I'm a stickler for the stuff. I both trust and distrust it, I guess you could say. Back at my home land we have a few, oh, I guess you could call them Oracles." He said, standing up around stepping around the desk so that he stood mere inches from Lycana. "And guess what they told me two months ago. The said I'd finally find the one I've been looking for, my mate, here. Can you guess who that might be?" He asked, knowing he was being a bit of a smart ass. He couldn't really help it, since it was the only way he could hide his excitement.
 
Ara blinked and watched as Hearth moved around the tent, she cocked her head from left to right watching him move. She changed back to her human form and sat on his bed. She stopped shivering once the extra blankets had been added to her shoulders. "Thank you for everything, your a nice male." Ara said and smiled at him. She hardly smiled for anyone, he was one of the few lucky ones who actually got so see her real smile. The only other person she would smile for was Lycana.

When Lycana heard words she frowned at him and backed up. "Its a load of crap, there is no such thing. You should be able to chose the one who is your mate through love not through lies." she muttered and shook her head. "Its fucked up, I mean like I would really believe anything like that. We live now and in the moment." Lycana muttered and moved a bit more away from the big male, he was making her feel uncomfortable. Lycana still didn't trust Blake, she wanted to slap his face as hard as she could.
 
Hearth smiled warmly back at Ara, grabbing a chair and setting it on the other side of the table. He laid his hands in his lap while he watched the small girl. "And you're a nice female. My name's Hearth by the way. I know this all looks really bad but please, trust me, everything is alright." He said, wanting to try and make her comfortable with her new surroundings. "Why did you look to beaten up when I arrived? Did one of my clan go to far?" He asked. He watched her eat, retrieving a glass of water for her to drink. He sat back down in his chair, still eager to find out who'd put the bruises on her and wanting to punish those who'd done it.

Blake frowned at Lycana's reaction, actually feeling a bit stung by it. He stepped closer, his smile not as confident as before. "I know how you feel, but when they told me about you I knew it was meant to be. I'd seen you before at the mass clan meetings, saw how beautiful you were and how strong you were." He said, coming even closer and lightly gripping her arm. "We do live in there here and now, and this seems so right to me." He said, pulling Lycana closer to him and closing his arms around her. "Can you really say I'm not even worth a glance?"
 
Ara's eyes watched him and she listened to Hearth speaking and she smiled at him slightly. "No it was not one of your men. It was my clan who has done this to me. I am the runt of my father's pups. He and the others always beat me up along with a few of the females. They hate me while they love Lycana but I never have had the heart to tell her. She would blame herself and may do something bad to herself." Ara said softly and took a sip of water before she put her fork down and sighed.

Lycana yelped slightly when she felt Blake's arms wrap around her and she felt her face being pulled up against his chest. She breathed hard smelling his scent enter her nostrils. "I hardly know you, you attacked my clan and kidnapped me away from my home. You mock me and my family when you talk rudely about my Grandfather. I hate your guts." she snarled and pushed herself away from his chest and glared deeply into his eyes. You could see she was angry.
 
Hearth frowned and scratched his head. "Why would they do that? You're technically a princess just like your sister." He said, beginning to be a little glad that a good number of her clan had been killed, including her father. He found a little pleasure in being the cause of his death. He suddenly reached forward and, after a moment of hesitation, petted her head lightly. "Don't worry, nothing like that will happen here. I'll make sure you're safe from here on out." He said, smiling as he gave her head one last pat before sitting back in his seat. "Is there anything you need or want?" He asked.

Blake frowned at how Lycana was starting to reject him. He guessed he could see why she wasn't exactly to happy with him at the moment but hate seemed like such a strong word to him. "Ok ok, I'm sorry for what I said. It was in the heat of the moment, you have to understand." He said, giving her a small pleading look, something that looked rather strange on such a big and dominant looking man. He reached forward and laid a hand on Lycana's shoulder, slowly letting it slid down her arm. "At least give me a chance to change your outlook about me." He asked.
 
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