<span style="font-style: italic">"Prisoner? Who ever said you were, but you could have been nicer to my pants."</span>The light  laugh from the werewolf seemed pleasant enough to her but still â€¦she started out as his prisoner , and ended up what? This. What was this? She placed her head on the pillow satisfied from the blood, and strength of werewolf blood coercing threw her bones. Taking on the world wouldnâ€™t be so hard for her at this point. Her strength alone could take out an entire army. Or pretty damn close to it. Her eyes watched as he got up and tossed his rather torn pants into the trash. Then slipped on another pair with a black muscle shirt, and oh god those muscles had her wanting to tear him again, and again.<br/><br/>"Hey your pants â€¦.bout that I was a little mad at them , if you know what I mean." The giggle escaped her lips and for once she felt like a teenage girlâ€¦which it had been so long since she felt like that. "However that new shirt you have is such a tease." She absent mindedly licked her tongue over her sharp cat like teeth. Her hand reflexively  twitched when  her  eyes saw  those lovely switch blades that could slice through anything with ease. However, she was still inevitably undressedâ€¦hey charging into battle like this would be one hell of a surprise.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">I was just keeping these until I found out if you were a threat or not." </span>His hands dangled the weapons in front of her as if hesitating on handing her those wonderful toys. She almost wanted to hiss at him. He still didnâ€™t trust her lovely, and she knew that trust was the one thing the two needed at the moment. Instead , she rolled her eyes and sat up with a hefty sigh.<br/><br/>"Unfortunately, for me I have no way of proving you can trust me , other than the fact that one that is apart of my so calledâ€¦guild I guessâ€¦or coven, even though its ruled by humansâ€¦is bent on loyalty and trust. If I gave you my word. I gave you my word. To go back on it would mean death to me. By my own hands." It was the truth â€¦her peopleâ€¦or boss was bent on keeping trust , and loyalty to the extreme. Her hands folded over her lap, and she had no choice but to look at the floor as images flooded inside her head. Images of her best friend pouring gasoline all over her body and then lighting the match twisted inside her brain till she was numb. Her friend had betrayed everyone and put them into a trap to the naziâ€™s . A fitting death, but a painful one. Her eyes were forlorn as if she was somewhere else .