<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">....ONE WEEK EARLIER....</span></div><br/><br/>The rush of blood that ran through Marcoth's veins were nothing like what he felt now. The Alpha of his pack was without a mate for so long, many were ready to remove him from the position, that was until Marcoth found his human mate, the only woman the man had ever been attached too. It wasn't until the uncontrollable "Blood Runners" had dare laid their hands on her to kill her so that they might weasel their way into their territory, but luckily Marcoth wouldn't let her go without an escort. Both he and Lohanis had scattered the peasant like wolves from her and through much arguing and strutting of muscle, Marcoth showed his own veteran status and turned the human Alex into one of them so that she could heal and live on.<br/><br/>The way Sara looked at him from his sudden act of kindness made his skin shutter from the coldness of it all, but then again he never was one for caring. He lived halfway between this world and the old world, in human form he was modern and in his anthro form he even still wore armor and carried a tomohawk, a scottish dirk, and a pair of razor steel claws that fit making his own claws even longer and sharper than normal. The way their relationship worked often was Sara would be the calming arm holding his leash, even Lohanis couldn't completely control Marcoth, because of this fact Sara no doubt took a delight in holding him back. Among their bedroom antics this was known, but in the real world they looked as though they were a perfection of being mated.<br/><br/>The world was a funny place no a days, Lohanis himself cursed Marcoth for wanting to expanded their own pack, get him a mate, and save the woman he loved so much. He couldn't understand why he dealt with him at times nor why he pushed for him to take the position as Alpha being the younger by far of the two of them. Then again he knew why he wouldn't never allow himself to be the Alpha.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">...NOW...</span></div><br/>The human remained in Lohanis quarters, but her scent lingered over Marcoth heavily and Sara knew it. The blood scent was still fresh, since he was much more aged then the rest he needed to feed only once a week, that meant that for a few days after feeding that Sara could barely be around him without the fresh smell kicking her arousal into overdrive. The one thing that all the weres had that were the same was the perfect union between their arousal and their hunger. Often times with Sara's attitude he would end up with bite marks from her after a night of fun. Often times he remained in human for so that he could feel like maybe he wasn't as inhuman as he thought. Wearing a pair of loose hanging jeans and no shoes or shirt, Marcoth stood in his room his arms crossed over his taunt toned chest and shoulders. He could smell her, the scent a freshly turned one was always the strongest, even in this overly cleaned home of luxury he could smell it.<br/><br/>Standing still he looked to the ground his body taunt and strong, with his eyes shaking from left to right as he thought about what this would do. No doubt the "Blood Runners" would be gunning for him instead of the Alpha now, but he didn't care, they had tried once and failed, they would not win against him, no matter how many he would kill them all for his pack. He was the muscle, the strength in this place that kept the underlings away from Lohanis and the "Blood Runners" away from the high rent district. He would kill every last being to keep Sara and the others alive, even the new Were would be fought for.