Miss Dalaney.

Her eyes, they were vengeful as she walked through her many corridors to the front doors. Her legs moved on accord by themselves down the stairs. A body came flying through the already open doors and she side-stepped to avoid it, brushing a speck of blood off her jacket lazily.

Alpha Dalaney's navy orbs scanned the crowd for Damion. Her eyes caught him, fighting off a WinterFang and she admired him from afar. He was quite beautiful, if you looked close. His dark hair was mysterious and attractive, and his light eyes were captivating.

But yet again, that was not what Elvira truly thought. To her, his hair was too long, and greasy. And his eyes, to her they would look a lot better, in her palms, ripped out and looking grey and dead. She would gladly do that.

And so she called. "Damion!" Over the crowd. It reached his ears and he stopped fighting. Everyone did. He looked at her, standing at the top of her stairs, her posture tight and angry. She saw his Adams Apple bob as he gulped.

"Come here." She called once and her eyes darkened, her fingers striving to tighten around his throat. Oh, she was bloodthirsty, all right. A bit more that that, obviously.

The crowd parted for him as he walked through, his steps forced and the previous arrogance in his eyes disappearing quickly. She thought she even caught his knees buckle under her stare. Stupid, foolish, arrogant, scared, cowardly, Alpha Damion.

Someone was going to die tonight, whether her or him, she really wasn't sure.