Loretta pressed her back against the wall as the wolves neared her, licked her. She could practically feel their hunger... their desire to tear her to shreds without a second though. The image of her death loomed in her mind, and it was absolutely horrific. She hoped desperately that she was too numb to feel the pain as she was killed. Surely they were merciful, just a bit. The girl jumped and turned her head as the beta growled at the other wolves, and the obedient pack members retreated a bit. Her gaze fell on the same man as he returned towards her. She still couldn't understand what he was saying, but it didn't matter to her.<span style="font-style: italic">â€œI swear they do better with each one they choose, just like they should if they want to stay alive.â€</span><br/><br/>A shiver traced her back again and she tried to keep from showing any more weakness. She hated feeling so helpless and frightened, but it was human nature, she couldn't help it. She glared tearfully at the alpha, and would have wiped the few tears from her face if she could. She wasn't scared in her heart, she knew she had done a brave thing. But her spirit was frightened to be devoured like a helpless little lamb. Like she was fresh meat. If she was to be their prey, then she would face this without any more crying.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œIs this any way to act? Dry those tears and accept your fate- you will become our dinner.â€</span><br/><br/>Loathing and disgust soon replaced Loretta's fear, and she nearly glared at the man and his pack. It was monstrous, this barbaric cycle of taking yet another life of an innocent female ever Friday. They way be animals, they may be wolves, but why did they have to be monsters? Why murderers? There were plenty of animals to hunt out here in the forest. She knew that; she had hunted in these very woods by herself, yet she had never come across the wolves of the midnight moon. Never had she crossed paths with any of the werewolves. This pact had gone far enough. And she wasn't going to just sit here whimpering and feeling sorry for herself. The werewolf was right on this one. If she was going to die, she would die with honor.<br/><br/>Loretta turned her head towards the cave entrance, watching as the fire was started. Within a few minutes it was a large blaze, and she knew this was the end of this line. Would they kill her before they cooked her over the flames like some wild boar? No, she couldn't think of such horrible things. No more fear, no more fright. She wasn't going down begging to be spared. She didn't fight as she was pulled to her feet and brought closer and closer to the fire. Her dark brown eyes took in the sparks on the fiery wood without any more fear.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œDo you have any last words?â€</span><br/><br/>"I do actually." Loretta replied. "Four words. You. Will. Not. Win." She smirked a bit, her brown hair snarled and messed up. Her dark eyes glistened with a challenge. She would make a fine wolf, and she wouldn't be submissive like the rest of the victims these wolves had slaughtered.