Plum's target was a rather charming fellow and had quite the home. He had showed her around, of course. It seemed his pride and joy was definitely his collection of classic cars. Through the tour she played the part of interested date, though her only interest was in examining the rooms for potential escape routes and weaponry.<br/><br/>Eventually they had dinner served to them by a butler she didn't see again for the rest of the night. The food was decent, though predictable---steak. She engaged in flirtatious conversation with the wolf until they found themselves back in his main living room, his hands roaming her body, pressing her to lay on the couch.<br/><br/>He rested between her legs, his hand gliding up her thigh. His lips were against hers, their tongues enjoying one another's company. Eventually he began to drag his kisses away from her mouth, traveling them across her face, down her jawline, beneath her ear, and finally on her neck. Then everything seemed to stop. His body went completely rigid against her, his lips hovering above her neck. Fennel's breath was heavy from their moment of making out and Plum briefly wondered if the poor dog was already worn out. She knew that wasn't the case of course, as her instincts were screaming at her something was amiss. Just as he had, she stopped all movements.<br/><br/>"Fen...?" she asked silkily, though the answer was a bit surprising. A strong hand was suddenly tightening around her throat, squeezing with as much force to break a human's neck. Plum gave a small noise of indignation, though it came out more gaspy than anything. "You faithless little whore!" the wolf was clearly agitated with her, but his words were a tiny bit confusing. "Www..hh..." was about all Plum could manage to inquire--it seemed enough. "You're already mated and you come trolluping into my home! And for what?! Does your mate even know you are here?"<br/><br/>'I'm over this,' was Plum's only thought before her hands came up to grip Fennel's wrists. With a strength Fennel did not anticipate, Plum began to dig her long nails into the center of the man's inner wrists, blood splurting easily. Fennel gave a grunt as he was forced to let go of Plum's neck. The moment she was free, she straightened her legs, braced her feet against the couch, and literally bucked the man off of her. He flew into his glass coffee table and she sprung over the opposite side of the couch. She couldn't leave, she still had to kill him.<br/><br/>He stood, hunched and partially transformed, his eyes staring through her as he snarled out, "Do you know what the rules even are, little girl? You can't escape this. It's my duty to kill you." "I'm sorry, what?" Plum asked, legitimately confused. "You've come into my home under false pretenses girl. You believe that you can just jump around simply for your own benefit? Is that all you want? Power and money?" At that, the strawberry blond outright laughed, "Are you fuckin' kidding me?"<br/><br/>"That's the mark of a white wolf. There aren't many in Market City...."<br/><br/>That cut Plum's laughing short. She didn't have much time to contemplate how she was going to kill Ghost as Fennel lunged for her, claws out. She leaned back, but the claws still managed to catch her throat--slitting it. 'Oh...oh boy. That's not good.' she thought to herself as she automatically brought her hand around the wound while darting to the left of Fennel and down the hallway. As she went, she grabbed the belt Fennel had discarded earlier.<br/><br/>She stumbled her way to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. She knew it wasn't really going to hold, she just needed it to slow Fennel down. She frantically looked for a towel and found one. She pressed it against her throat. She only needed to hold it long enough for her throat to mend itself. The interior was already healed enough where her breathing wasn't so hindered. She could feel the night energy rushing to her in effort to heal her. It wasn't going fast enough for her liking though. She was losing blood too quickly in her ever so humble opinion. If he had cut even a millimeter more, she knew her body would not have been able to recover and she simply would have bled out in front of him in the living room.<br/><br/>SHe jumped as banging began against the door. Plum pushed herself against the wall next to it, the belt readied in a loop. As soon as the wolf came in, she would throw it over his head, tighten it, and hold onto him like a pissed off chimp until he eventually passed out. It wasn't Plum's best plan, but it certainly wasn't her worst. She knew it would work though, she felt that much in her gut. If she survived this, she was going to fucking kill Ghost.