She swayed with anticipation, her eyes narrowing in on the woman that argued with the three packmates of Enfants.  Lohanis had chosen a weak human as his mate, an Alpha with an easy target as a mate.  Her tongue flicked out, tasting her lips and the night air.  The blood would be rich, heady... And the flesh, Musette shivered, goosebumps rising on her body.  The prospect of landing a killing blow on the female, and hurting Lohanis.  He has abandoned the old ways to this new sacrilegious way that shunned what it was to be a wolf.  Humanity was a cover, not a lifestyle.  A growl trickled from her human throat as she stood next to Calvin, sensing his own need to strike a blow to the Alpha of the Enfants de la Lunes pack.<br/><br/>Musette and Calvin were Alpha Female and Male, respectively.  Together, they led the Blood Runners, a pack firmly rooted in the old ways.  She had been born and raised as their ancestors had been.  They fed on flesh and blood, hiding under humanity's nose.  The hiding cut her every time, but the way these humans had evolved... She snarled silently.  They were a weak species, nothing more than cattle for the Hunt.  She touched Calvin's arm as the human walked away from her mate.  The rage and sadness that blanketed the woman's features were amusing.  The fear that would taint her blood would taste all that sweeter when she realized that her protectors weren't their to save her. Musette's change moved easily, white fur rippling across her as her limbs shifted and curled to become a wolf.  There were no human vocal cords in this form, but Calvin and their two packmates quickly joined her in her form.<br/><br/>They stalked the woman through the streets, sliding sleekly from shadow to shadow, avoiding streetlights and waited patiently.  She had to nip one of the wolves to remind them to still themselves when they danced forward to attack her.  Now, with her on the very edge of Hunting Grounds, the quartet of wolves moved forward, stalking her.  The woman seemed unafraid when she caught sight of them.  Musette's maw opening in grim satisfaction....  The human thought them only dogs.  Calvin led them closer, cutting off her movement as they circled her.  Neither she, nor the other wolves made a move at the human, leaving it to their Alpha to take the first strike.  Saliva gathered on her tongue, and she crouched as Calvin jumped the woman, riding her to the ground.<br/><br/>The crack of her skull hitting the ground made her snarl in satisfaction.  She watched as his teeth sank into her shoulder and upper chest, her blood spilling into a bright splash onto the concrete. She had gone for a bite to the arm, worrying it like a dog with a bone.  The blood was fresh, so innocent and tinted with fear.  Glorious... But too soon she thought they would savage her body and leave her for Lohanis and his pack to find.  The thought of him seemed to call the creature, and Lohanis and his Beta appeared, screaming at them.  She shouldered into Calvin, and they drew back- leaving the woman dying on the pavement.  The Enfants were weak, they wouldn't turn the woman this close to death.  There was too much blood, too many arteries severed.<br/><br/>Glee gathered, and the four Blood Runner packmates fled, leaving Lohanis to watch his mate die. But....<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>A week later.... The Blood Runner's Den</strong></span></div><br/>A muffled crash from behind the door sounded, glass tinkling to the floor like rain.  Inside, Musette railed and ranted, picking up anything throwable in her reach and hurling the offending object at the nearest wall, door, or other solid object that would prove resistant to her rage.  She paced back and forth, back and forth, her long white hair streaming behind her like a waterfall, blue-grey eyes afire with rage.  The rage was hot, fierce and she snarled, the animalistic sounds falling from her very human throat.  She picked up another vase, executing another quick hurling motion and the vase shattered against a desk.<br/><br/>The study was a mess, flowers, glass, and porcelain decorating the carpet.  None of the things she was decimating was very expensive, but it cooled her rage enough for her to speak, her voice husky with barely controlled anger.<strong>"She should have <em>died</em> that night.  That bastard Marcoth saved her, Lohanis would never have allowed it.  To save her... It went against his morals.  She will hate him for a little while, and we might have a chance to strike him while he is weak at heart for betraying her,"</strong>Her words were decorated with curses of rage, and another shattering of glass.<br/><br/>Alpha or no, her rage was nearly impossible to cool, unless you were Calvin.  Her mate, and the Alpha Male, had the most power over her.  The rest of the packmates avoided her when she was like this.  She sank into a plush chair, pushing her colorless locks out of her face, exhaling slowly.  More muttered curses and threats spilled from her lips, and she waited.