kill For Her -wenclair-

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Wednesday slowly turned to look at Weems the older womans voice held a slight edge of affection for the blond wolf

Something about the shifters words made the raven start to think

wonder deeply about why no one would want the blonde wolf in their clan or group

The black haired raven could easily tell that the blond she wolf was hiding a very dangerous side

and the thought of it exciting her to think of what the wolf could be capable of if trained properly

what the she wolf could one day achieve with her sharp teeth and curved claws

She could see the she wolfs muscles shifting slightly under her soft white unmarked or scared skin

How the raven would love to cover the wolves skin in red and curve marks into her pale flesh to watch them heal and form scars

But she wouldn't do something like that no she would rather have the blond wolf earn her scars on the battlefield

To earn her trophies just like any other beast should "what is she trained in"

Wednesday addams getting more and more interested in the blond wolf she could feel wolfs power being held back

like a viper waiting for the right moment to lunge forward and strike it prey

As if the wolf was a beast tied down with a thick chain preventing it from being free

It made her nearly smirk at the thought of what a beast like the blond would do to protect her if she was in danger

Would the wolf would rip apart her own kin with sharp claws if they stood in her way

If each slash would spray blood into the air making it rain drops of red

Thinking of the she wolf covered in fresh blood from a recent kill made her shiver in excitement and delight

Weems quickly looked over at the werewolf teacher that had been training the blond since the first day the young she wolf arrived at the school

With a soft nod she called the male wolf over she would've loved to tell the raven everything about her adopted daughter

unfortunately for her it would look odd if she knew so much about the blond and not as much about the other students no matter how much she wanted to brag about her adopted daughter

the male werewolf teacher quickly walked up to the newly arrived group sniffing the air gently with each step

He could smell the sweet scent of slowly decaying roses fresh soil gun powder old books and blood but as he stepped closer

The more nervous his wolf got at the sight of the deadly family standing there eyeing him with large happy smiled like he was a mouse trapped in a glass jar for their personal entertainment

A clown in the middle of the ring surrounded by starving caged animals just waiting for the gates to open

Normally as a werewolf they could pick up the slightest hint of emotions thanks to their powerful noses but he couldn't smell anything

Only how worried and nervous the shapeshifter was "Hello I'm Mr stones how can I help you today miss weems"