Thyra smirked, as she barely controlled the snarl that threatened to spill from her lips. Still she was not the Alpha of an entire city for nothing, so she remained in control. When he was done she gave a simple incline with her head agreeing to his â€œdealâ€. There was nothing else to be said and quite frankly she was done for the night. Done with the vamps, done with the humans, fuck she was even done with her pack and just wanted to go to bed. Pass out for a while and Gaia willing have a night free of dreams so that she could get some much needed sleep.<br/><br/>By the grace of the Great Mother she kept her cool, a polite smile plastered on her face as she watched Varvenfeld make the call. Her Italian good enough to let her know the gist of what he was saying; it did little to nothing to sooth her raging soul.<br/><br/>â€œWell thank you for stopping by. I am sure you have to get to that meeting there that you made. I will be expecting three bodies on my front door come the morningâ€ she flashed a overly friendly and toothy smile if only to show her fangs. Nodding to her door she allowed him to show himself out, not feeling like being polite to him and showing him out herself. When he left she gave a low growl and two of her wolves appeared, â€œMake sure he leaves the groundsâ€ her golden eyes burned with an intensity and power that she could barely control. She was losing control of her wolf and was not going to be able to keep it at bay for much longer.<br/><br/>Turning at last to Kamora the smile that her lips held was genuine, â€œPlease. Forgive my tone but may we continue this another day? I will call you tomorrow to schedule a meeting, right now....â€ she growled her shoulders slumping a bit from the energy it was taking her to keep control. Kamora smiled and nodded understanding that the Alpha was no in the mood to continue entertaining company. Plus she had her own affairs to attend to with the other vampires. Smiles and nods of respect were exchanged between the two females, then Kamora left.<br/><br/>There Thyra stood before the fireplace, eyes closed, fists clenched, body trembling. Then her breathing stilled and she went still, deathly still before a howl of such power and rage ripped from her throat. Arms thrusting above her head as she spun and brought them down with such force that she cracked through the thick marble  mantle of her fireplace. Chest heaving as she stood there for a moment looking down at the damage she had caused. Partially transformed she threw her head back and howled again her power as alpha calling to her pack. Soon the song of the Wolf filled the night air, hauntingly beautiful and possessing such a passion. As the song faded she stood there in her full werewolf form, the muscles rippling beneath her fur as she was tense with a need for release still.<br/><br/>Going to Adam she growled softly, â€œRun with me!â€ she whimpered slightly before turning and running to the kitchen and out through the back door. The night air welcomed her like an old friend and soon she and her pack were tearing through the woods; enjoying the freedom that was granted to them with their gift. Tonight there were no vampires, no innocent blood being spilled, no politics, no drama. Just the thrill of running with her pack, breathing in the scents of the woods, feeling the power of Gaia as it pulsed beneath their paws. This was as it should be, this was how it was meant to be and how she  longed for it to be.<br/><br/>For tonight this was how it was going to be....tomorrow was back to business as usual.