A few drops rain had begun to fall when Benjamin, the beta and the man currently in charge of the Arctic Hunters Pack, stepped out of his long black limo. Previously, the vehicle had belonged to the old Alpha, Zachary Morris, but he would never need it again, especially since he was found ripped apart in his office by his young son. The boy had to see his father's mutilated corpse, and it destroyed him. He was eight, and now his father was gone and he would be Alpha. He couldn't take it, and was now being cared for, having pulled back into his mind completely. So, it was now up to the Beta, loyal to the old Alpha, to seek justice. The entire pack was up in arms, a good amount of evidence pointed toward a single pack for this crime, a blatent power play to ensure one Pack triumphed over the other if a war broke out. Or, so it appeared. Things simply didn't add up, there was no reason for this unprovoked aggression to happen, and yet here was, going to meet with the packs Alpha. War was all but inevitable, there have already been few skirmishes between the warriors of both packs. This meeting would either bring peace or officially spark a war.<br/><br/>Alongside Benjamin were two pack warriors, mostly to put on a good show, but he really didn't need them. For quite some time he was considered one of, if not the, greatest warrior in the Pack. Yet this skill was not revealed until one moment in his past, a moment he did not enjoy, but he would do it again if need be. He'd saved not only his pack but every wolf-kin from the humans persecution, and yet it had still cost him so much. It had cost him his dearest friend, yet now he no longer had the warm feelings he once had for her. He no longer even spoke her name, for he saw her as little more then a traitor to all werewolves. She nearly allowed there secret to get out, and Benjamin would not allow the humans to hunt them once again. That would never, ever happen again. He'd hoped to avoid seeing Roxie Levante, for he knew she was of the same pack that now seemingly threatened his own.<br/><br/>Casually, the Beta and the warriors strode down the halls of the Packs Home, all the way to the Alphas office, before entering with little notice or care. He was in the room for no more then ten minutes before he stormed out, entirely displeased. They'd achieved nothing, things simply devolved into a shouting match, and now there was little to be done to avert war. Any suspicion the Beta had of some secret plot would have to wait in the face of open war. Yet then something else occupied his thoughts. The entire world seemed to slow around him as the most heavenly scent filled his nostrils. He turned his head to seemingly follow the scent, well, until he saw who it was coming from. Roxie. His one time best friend, stood down the hall from human, and his heart couldn't help but skip a beat. Yet while his inner wolf screamed at him to run after her and take her into his arms, his brain recoiled in horror.<br/><br/>It was all but clear that they were chosen to be mates. While he may have been thrilled as a teenager know this, he wasn't so excited about it now. They were enemies, personalities so unaligned that it seemed fate had played a cruel trick by matching them together. Perhaps Benjamin could have slipped away before she saw him, but it was to late. She was looking right down the hall back at him, her blue eyes revealed she was just as shocked (and horrified) as he was. In a low, commanding tone the Beta spoke to his warriors "Go start the car, I'll be out soon." The warriors looked to each other for a moment before obeying and waking back the way they came. Now it was just the two of them, yet who would make the first move? It seemed Benjamin was up to the task as he began "I know you feel it to."<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="8" data-username="@Alchemy" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/8/">@Alchemy</a>