Never had he felt this way. It was power, fear that radiated from the female and filtered into his sensory organs to fuel his growing rage. It was her scent that was now riddled and sweetened with her fear, the wide eyes the leaked stunned tears and then closed hard as if they wish at each fast mindless blink that he would disappear. It was the struggle and the fight that she gave beneath his hulking form, it was her high pitched voice. All of it gave Minos something that he had never had before, something that made him different and change just as his new blood did.
Then she screamed. His loins tightened at the sound, and Minos watched her fear torn face as he pondered the new and exhilarating feeling. Her voice filled his world, giving him exactly what he wished. But the male was far from satisfied, far... far from it. She held herself, not allowing his roaming eyes and claws the look and feel he had asked for. Another growl rolled through him, his teeth laced with saliva and bits of fabric were bared in the nastiest of ways.
And then he was in the air. His back heaved and pushed right off of his prize. The white wolf landed on the ground with a thud, his head dazed but not clouded or confused. He knew what he wanted, and that desire brought him back to his paws to face the one that had challenged him. There were no words, and Minos spoke through his snarl and the tail the curled on his back, the fur that stood on end along his spine. The beast before him was nothing and would be no one when Minos chased him away or brought him to his death.