Loretta finally just wiped the blood from her hands off with her dress. She knew she wouldn't have anything else to wear,and it was already ruined anyways. What did anyone else care? They didn't give a damn about how she looked... the only reason she hadn't become dinner by now was because the alpha still favored her so much. Not exactly surprising with these new found powers of hers. Oh how convenient of them to show up now of all times. Just in time to keep her from being wolf's meat. But not enough to release her from this torturous nightmare that had become her reality. The girl glanced over towards the werewolf man that was the leader, noting the distant look in his eyes. It reminded her of how she and Aveline would watch the stars from her window when they were younger. Such sweet memories pained her to think of. She knew she'd never see her family again, and her dear younger sibling would have to learn to live without her guidance.<br/><br/>Loretta was snapped back into reality as she heard the howl of other wolves nearby. A shiver traced her spine and she glanced towards the noise fearfully. Her eyes then turned to the alpha as he growled. He obviously was in no mood for putting up with rogues around. Then again, who liked trespassers? No one of course. And especially not wolves. She knew canines were very defensive of their territory and hated when strangers crossed their borders. Loretta just didn't want to end up in the middle of a battle. Definitely not her idea of fun at all.<span style="font-style: italic">â€œIt seems they still dare to challenge us. The mutts are bold, but as soon as I get my fangs on them they will lose their bravery.â€ </span>Honestly, the girl fully agreed with the wolves on this one. They had the right to have their own land and to defend it against intruders. Those who stole what belonged to others was a crime, and it came with a dire consequence. Even in the society she had grown up in, that was a very strong law and when it was broken, the punishment was harsh; as it should be. However, in her human lifestyle, the penalty was never as cruel and merciless as it would be in this rough, dog-eat-dog world. Survival of the fittest and the strongest. Those who didn't fight wouldn't stay alive long. She didn't want death. She was a peaceful spirit, she hated dealing with blood and killing.<br/><br/>Loretta could still feel the weight of eyes on her, though it had lessened a bit from before. As she glanced in the direction where the sensation was most strongly directed from, she realized it was the boy whom had carried her out here. He didn't look pleased about the idea of fighting off the intruders like the alpha wanted, but he was obviously not going to stand up against him. His gaze was diverted as the older male growled a warning at him, and she too looked away. It made her a bit curious, the way he looked at her... Unlike the rest, his gaze wasn't full of blood-thirst and violence. It was full of curiosity and wonder. As if she was a mystery to be figured out, not a piece of food that could end up on the menu at any time. He seemed the type to be more peaceful... the only one who stuck out in this pack of monsters... he seemed more human than anyone else. Loretta quickly brushed the thoughts away again though, refusing to let this boy get to her so easily. 'He's still a werewolf, he is probably wondering by I haven't tried to run yet. Why I haven't tried to escape. Surely anyone else in my position would be struggling and whining. Wishing they could return to the town safely. None of these beast care about me at all, I'm nothing but a midnight snack to them. All of them.'