If anything Konrad was extremely amused but the words coming out of this girlâ€™s mouth even more than he had been previously. Not only was she being bold but she was calling him a monster, a disgusting animal. How adorable. She even refused to open her eyes until the howl sounded but whether or not she looked at him was not important. If he wanted to her could force her to look him in the yes but he was not like that. He liked to make the humans think they had some freedom when really they were falling right into his hands though it wasnâ€™t like she had a choice in the matter. It was easier that way, because they become so brave, so confident, then he takes it away and watches them crawl all for his own amusement. As soon as the wolves lurking around were chased away this girl would be moments away from becoming his chew toy. He could almost taste the girlâ€™s blood now and as time passed his hunger grew only stronger.<br/><br/>Hunger was a natural part of life. Was being hungry something that made him a monster? Because his pack of werewolves happened to be a pack that ate humans instead of other animals most of the time? That made him a monster? Humans were indeed such funny creatures and he knew he would never understand their way of thinking. Werewolves needed food to survive like any other creature and human blood was the most appealing. Perhaps humans did not like the fact that there was something above them on the food chain, something that would not hesitate to hunt them down and eat them, treat them like shit. After all, truth be told, he has seen plenty humans that he could quickly label as monsters try to hunt him down. He, however, has never really considered himself to be a monster, only a creature trying to survive in this dreadfully unforgiving world.<br/><br/>And then a curious thing happened. As Konrad watched his meal burn, she suddenly began to heal herself somehow. â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">Was zum Teufel</span>?â€ he snarled at the girl, not believing what he was seeing. How could someone heal like that, he wondered to himself, and took the liberty to voice his thoughts, â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">Wie machst du das</span>?â€ He was completely taken aback by this, unable to take his eyes off of what was happening. Even as the fire crawled up the structure, it seemed to get pushed back by this girlâ€™s healing. She was definitely not human; but she did smell human so what was this? Was she a mage? A witch? Maybe some powerful sorceress? Konrad knew he just had to have her now. Someone like her would make a wonderful addition to his pack and he could use her to terrify the townsfolk even more than they were. â€œYou certainly are impressive,<span style="font-style: italic">MÃ¤dchen</span>,â€ he spoke again, a smirk appearing on his expression suddenly.<br/><br/>He dared to get closer to her, the flames beginning to touch his own skin, causing him to wince slightly. Werewolves were sensitive to fire and even if he was older than most werewolves around here Konrad was no exception to that rule. The only reason he could tolerate it was because of his old age; unfortunately werewolves were not quite like vampires, who get stronger with age, but that did not mean they were weak. Extending his claws a bit, he raised his hand and gave her arm a deep gash. Dark blood poured down her arm from the wound and the hungry wolves that still lingered around the fire stirred restlessly at the scent but he quickly silenced them. â€œAre you a witch?â€ The Alpha questioned her powers yet again. â€œThese powers arenâ€™t humanâ€¦ unless you really are something special,<span style="font-style: italic">MÃ¤dchen</span>.â€ As hungry as he was, as the rest of the pack was, he was tempted to keep this girl around and find out what made her special.<br/><br/>â€œKonrad, father, the problem has been taken care of,â€ one of his wolves said to him. The wolf, now a human, a young male to be exact, had some battle wounds but as long as it was still alive, the Alpha was pleased. â€œShall we proceed with the ritual?â€ The young wolfâ€™s eyes lit up, hunger always evident. Food was so near yet so far, he was just as restless as the rest of the pack. Yet he, too, noticed there was something different about this girl.