Respect

[Conor Soul]

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He was still much too young in the eyes of those experienced and elderly to wear the crown of a pack of this size, but one of the skills that kept his position safe on top of the throne was his ability to believe; to believe in himself and believe in Dahlia de Mai. With caramel and cocoa fur standing on edge, he looked fiercer and taller than he was, but his confidence could with ease match that of the intruder in front of them. The pack could rip this trespasser apart without a touch of remorse. On a pack’s soil, every foreign wolf was degraded lower than even the pack’s omega, and the large loner had failed every chance he had gotten; and he had been granted far too many chances to amend his behaviour.

He spoke, foolish words that all in all did very little. It seemed he was dedicated to hold up his rude behaviour, and Conor thought that the man really did intend to test out his guts when, against every law and tradition of common politeness, he stared straight into those lavender eyes of the wolf that was the head for ‘Souls largest wolf pack. It was unforgivable. Caramel coated ears had at first flickered forward to take in the words of the stranger, but they were flat against his cinnamon skull again, as the intruder failed to realize the immerse mistake he had made and continued to make.

The lone wolf’s voice had yet to finish before the autumn hued wolf snarled at him, no longer finding the patience to listen to a fool’s words. ”Shut up!” It was pathetic that a wolf of the loner’s age believed he had the right to speak. ”And get the hell out of here now while you can. If I ever see you near our borders again, we will show you exactly what wolves do to their prey.” In truth, he guessed this was a sign that he was too soft. The man did not deserve to live for such actions, and the young Soul male did not think that the loner would even realize that he had been given a last chance to slink away with his life intact.

Another snarl escaped the handsome Alpha, and jaws snapped shut inches from the large loner’s form. Screwing around with a pack had its consequences, and hopefully he would learn. Driven back with glaring, snapping fangs and growls hungry for bloodshed, the lone wolf departed the lands of Dahlia de Mai.