Such bold words for a young girl, Konrad raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled to himself when she said that he was not going to win. He noted the challenge in her eyes but his own gaze was somewhat nonchalant. Did she not realize that she was his prisoner, and that he was much more powerful than she could ever imagine to be? Humans. Oh how they loved to be so bold and act stronger than they were in tough situations. The way the girl was crying earlier, he would not have expected her to be so bold so quickly and he admired such a quick change in demeanor. A hardy laugh left him just then as the words repeated in his mind over and over. Did she really expect to win against him? Nobody has ever challenged him, especially not a human, and he was not about to let her best him in anything. He was a prideful Alpha who had a reputation to uphold much like everyone else who walks this Earth.<br/><br/>He would be sure that he would have his meal tonight. Otherwise the pack would go hungry and he would be a poor leader if he allowed his pack to starve.<br/><br/>â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">Wunderbar</span>,â€ he smirked once he stopped laughing. The other wolves had already begun sitting around the fire. Impatience was becoming the basic structure of the atmosphere in the area around the fire; it could be felt easily as the wind blew by. â€œIt seems the sacrifice desires to delay her inevitable fate by challenging us!â€ His accent seemed to diminish a small amount when he raised his voice and gestured with his hands to speak with the entire pack. The other wolves seemed to howl in laughter at the girl, finding it stupid on her part, daring to challenge a wolf. Oh how badly they just wanted their Alpha to give the word to devour her so they could eat. Animals were a wonderful meal, but there was just something about the taste of human blood that was exceptionally satisfying in so many ways. It was a lot richer than animal blood and it felt so right to drink it. And that fragile human flesh, how soft it was, was oh so perfect though the taste was not easily described.<br/><br/>Konrad lowered his hands to his side and placed his hands behind his back as he continued to smirk at the girl, â€œNow this is what I like to see in a sacrifice. Youâ€™re terrified yet you know you canâ€™t back down; youâ€™re slowly starting to accept that death is just around the corner for you.â€ Leaning in a bit closer, â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">Ich wÃ¼rde sagen, dass das schÃ¶ne letzte Worte sind</span>... Iâ€™m not sure whether to admire you or think youâ€™re just foolish. Oh well, either way itâ€™s time to begin!â€ Standing straighter once again he looked his hungry pack over and licked his lips. The fire was becoming brighter, larger, but it was still kept in control for the most part. He made sure the other werewolves knew how to tend to a fire so nothing happened otherwise this would end in disaster. There was no room for error whenever the sacrifice was prepared. It had to be done perfectly, always perfectly, he almost obsessed over it.<br/><br/>Lifting the girl up again, he forced her to walk to the pit, where she was to be cooked. Walking so close to the flamed was part of the ritual this pack did every time a sacrifice was presented. She was to walk close the fire, let it touch her, claw at her, intimidate her. Then she was supposed to wear a necklace made out of human remains and be bound to the structure that would hold her up over the fire. The impatient huffs continued as Konrad forced the girl to walk, some wolves even tried to lick at her to once again prove just how impatient they were.