The eyes of the hungry wolves bore into the girl in the corner but they dared not even make a move fearing the wrath of their Alpha. A few of them licked her, shuddering with excitement, and some were licking their lips as they huffed and growled with impatience. Fortunately for the girl they had yet to show the true beast that lived within. Out of the few wolves in the den, there were a few that were able to keep themselves under control. They were the only betas in the group, given that position because he trusted them to keep the impatient ones in line and they did their job damn well. A sharp and authoritative bark shot through the cave which caused the hungry wolves to back off. It was the job of the betas to make sure the girl was unharmed while the Alpha prepared the sacrifice. However, the Alpha shot a glance towards his beta that told her that he was displeased. Sometimes it was better to ignore the hungry wolves and let them do their thing.<br/><br/>Calmly, the Alpha brushed his hand once again against the girlâ€™s cheek and smiled, â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">Du bist hÃ¼bsch</span>,â€ he said in that same smooth tone. He was taunting her fear, â€œI swear they do better with each one they choose, just like they should if they want to stay alive.â€ He straightened himself once he finished binding the girl so she couldnâ€™t run away, addressing his pack, â€œTonight is a special night, just like ever Friday is. The taste of human blood, Iâ€™m sure you can already savor it on the tip of your tongue.â€ In response the wolves perked up and became a bit livelier as if they were holding back the urge to howl. A few members of the pack were still fresh blood but even then they knew better than to act out or else their Alpha would eliminate them. And Konrad was not and has never been a benevolent Alpha in the slightest. He ruled his pack with an iron fist, but he made sure that nobody would question his rule or try to overthrow him.<br/><br/>And if they ever did he simply cut them down without a second thought. Let them try to take his place as Alpha he dared those who seemed to have that look in their eyes right now.<br/><br/>Konrad turned his attention back to the sacrifice. Did she accept her fate? Since she was crying and was obviously afraid he couldnâ€™t help but wonder if she truly did. A sacrifice was supposed to be proud, glad to die for their village; as wonderful as this girl was she didnâ€™t hold her head high enough for him to respect her before he tore her open. â€œIs this any way to act? Dry those tears and accept your fate â€“you will become out dinner.â€ He chuckled, smirking slightly as he stepped outside of the den to prepare the fire over which she could be cooked. Eating a meal raw was just not his style; he preferred his meat cooked for the most part. They were werewolves, a step above the â€˜normalâ€™ wild wolf, and in his opinion they had better act it.<br/><br/>A few of his wolves had already gathered a few sticks and he removed his lighter from his pocket, using a piece of flint to create a spark. The routine was something he has done for so long and he was careful not to burn himself. Most thought of werewolves to be unintelligent beings out for blood, but the truth was that they were extremely intelligent beings and were capable of doing anything a human could and more. Konrad was not your storybook werewolf, oh no, aside from this den he actually lived amongst human society when he had to. The pile in the fire ring quickly turned from an ember to a blaze. Taking in a deep breath, he held out his hands to the fire and embraced the warmth of the fire against the cold night. He stood there for awhile, making sure the fire was grand enough and hot enough not to completely destroy the flesh. Humans were so delicate compare to most animals.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Bringen Sie das MÃ¤dchen ins Feuer!</span>" He called out to one of his betas. The beta nodded and pulled the girl away from the corner, brining her outside to the fire. With a smile, Konrad held his hand out to the sacrifice, â€œDo you have any last words?â€