Derrok, frankly, wasn't someone with the best of tempers. So when his mother had said it out flat and plain that he was going to be forced to marry none other than a hunter, he'd immediately threw a practical fit. But, knowing his mother wasn't one to deal with any shit, he'd soon simply stopped arguing to stare down instead, where he was sitting on the couch in their living room.<br/><br/>After a series of curses flew from his mouth, he'd retreated to his room, only to find someone already there packing what things he would need. Even his inner wolf wasn't pleased about this, obviously. And everyone in that house knew it- They stayed out of his way. And the only one who dared speak to him to him at all, which she did, telling him ow many lives this could potentially save, even if just temporary.<br/><br/>"Mother- Isn't there some other way?" He'd tried again, only to get a scowl.