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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Natalia paused when the attention was brought back to her family and her life; he had no right to comment, but what stang was that it was true. The she-wolf hadn't considered herself in most equations, as hunters, they were brought up to think about the greater good, the bigger picture... they were nothing more than soldiers that could be sacrificed for the safety of humans. "They would be accepting a monster," Her words were no longer laced with iron or conviction. There was sadness, and heaviness that was reflected in the structure of her features, slightly furrowed brows, a depth in her orbs. It was a hard pill to swallow, that she'd never be accepted into her family; Natalia knew the laws and she was comfortable with them, or at least, she had convinced herself that she was. <br/>
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Thankfully, the talk of her sire being a monster brought back her hate and rage, fuelling her mission and focus. Although she clearly had several strong opinions, Natalia simply observed Cyprian. The moment that she'd hungered for seemed to be rising to fruition the moment she'd landed him onto his back against the softer than preferred sand. A slow, predatory smirk crossed her lips as she heard his threat; his weakness was all over him, his pack, the human girl, it would be easy for her to pick a victim if she chose that route. Natalia had no issue killing werewolves, hell, she'd left a trail of them across the last country she'd settled in. It wouldn't be long until the hunters tracked her next move, but there was still time for her to do some damage before moving on, only to circle back and finish her taunting of the Alpha. He had caused her so much pain, so much turmoil; he deserved to pay for it with his life. <br/>
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Natalia could feel the flow of their tension breathing between them as if it was its own pure force just waiting to be ignited into carnage. There was excitement blossoming in her ice-like gaze upon seeing the rage growing in his. The thrill of the hunt and the fight was never far from her mind, it was where she felt at home, it was her safe place... Finally, she'd found the creature she'd been hunting, and a swell of pride rose in her chest due to her triumph. Much to her dismay, though, he didn't play ball. Natalia was about to commit herself to what she needed to do; what she'd trained and devoted herself to when she heard something that caused her to pause in shock. A glimmer of surprise took a hold of her gaze, her pupils dilated within seconds as she looked over him, assessing the words he offered.<br/>
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"Who said I would fail? You fought me when I was a human, I am not as easily wounded." Even though she spoke her words firmly, they lacked conviction. They both knew he was stronger, but everything inside of her screamed to fight him, it screamed for her to take her revenge. So many thoughts flooded her mind, her father being the most prominent. "You have no idea what you are asking of me," She growled softly, yet her gaze didn't seem as hard as it had moments before. "And you clearly have no idea what you would invite into your pack by taking me in." She had him on the ropes, why was she debating an offer spoken while he remained beneath her? Natalia had an edge, she could finish it... Yet, her mind played the offer over in her mind. Death would be peaceful, it would mean the end of her mission, of her suffering. She could push him into it, and the hunters would never stop tracking him; there was no way she could lose.<br/>
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It did cross her mind that maybe it was a tactic to get her to lower her guard, either way, she considered it. The promise of him agreeing to fight her with no way out for either of them... It was alluring. That would solve her problem, one way or another. For some reason, she found herself being honest with him. "If you invite me to stay with your pack, hunters will soon find us. It may take them a month or two, but they always catch up with me." The pressure she exerted on his chest began to lessen as she shifted slightly to allow her hands to ease around either side of his chest, in the soft light sand. Her body remained perched atop his, ready to react in a split second, should she need to. Her pool of adrenaline was running low; the tiredness from her triggered shifting was clearly still affecting her. Natalia knew better than to assume she could dispatch him without a wealth of energy, having him kill her was a good secondary plan. <br/>
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"Why would you even offer that? Would you get off on seeing me struggle?" There was a great deal of confusion about his offer, clearly. She wasn't sure why he would offer her something of the sort? "I say we finish this right now." A familiar metallic click reached her ears, which caused a hint of a frown to ripple over her brows as she contemplated her timeline of movements. Without hesitating for too long, the brunette tightened her legs that nestled along his hips and thighs, "Roll with me, just humour me," She murmured softly down toward him. If he rolled her onto her back the female would ease her legs around his lower back during their movements. Then, she would raise up with her core to ease her face behind Cyprian's, an effort to hide her features as much as possible. "There's a hunter somewhere east, I heard someone load a magazine. Unless you want a semi-automatic sniper rifle aiming for us, pretend that we're not trying to kill each other." Her judgement was that it was an M40, it was one of the models they used in training and usually took into the field. As much as she detested the idea of pretending to be in a completely different situation, it may distract the hunter, or at least blur her appearance. Natalia knew they had to confirm before acting, and she could bet they weren't here for Cyprian. <br/>
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If they had ended up in that exact position, the female would feel her heart racing and waiting for the moment that they were safe to resume. They were sitting ducks, werewolves or not, a shot to the skull would be deadly. Natalia was fine with dying but it had to be on her terms. The one thing she had left in the world was choosing that, at least. The scent of her sire was daunting to remain next to, she could practically feel his scent merging with hers. It almost brought her back to the terrors she'd relived, but thankfully she was able to force them back down. "If they can't confirm the shot, they will need to reposition, or wait for us to move." She whispered softly, her gaze already scanning the buildings to the west of them, there would be a place for a sniper to hide among the houses there. "Keep an eye out for someone in ordinary clothing with a black rucksack." It was a game of cat and mouse that she was all too used to. "If we manage through this, I'll take you up on that offer." Natalia doubted they could move faster than a hunter could shoot, but she was starting to consider it.</span></span>