A week ago, Calvin was thrilled and full of energy and in a great mood. As not only had he tasted human flesh, but it was the flesh and blood of his rival's mate. It felt good to have Muse by his side as they bit into that woman, whatever her name was, it didn't matter. After all she was human and humans are meant to be food and to be used as a disguise not to be friendly with and to allow into ones den, unless they were for dinner. He had been sure a week ago that when he and his pack left her on the ground a week ago that she would die and that Lohanis would not turn that woman when they were so close, considering if they were mates and he hadn't done it already he wouldn't do it now. But all of that was a week ago and then he was in a good mood, before the news reached his ears that she lived and had been turned.<br/><br/>He was partly right Lohanis didn't turn her, it was apparently his beta male that turned her.<em>Damn him</em>, Calvin thought,<em>that beta of his and the enfants have been a thorn in my side for to long. They have grown fat and act more like humans then wolves they are a disgrace to our kind and to everything we stand for. Yet with it all they prosper while my pack is here and low in numbers and in this dump.</em>As he thought this he looked around his dump of a room and snarled at it, Werewolves were better then humans, and there for should live like it, not in some dump. Calvin was in his anthro form, as he generally was back at his den, and lashed out at the wall scratching it and leaving claw marks behind.<br/><br/>The only things pissing him off more was the fact, that his pack was so small and was so weak that his beta, his beta, was not even a pure werewolf, but a human that was turned. Sure he had proven himself to be useful, but the pures were the leaders and to have a reborn as a beta, just seemed wrong to him. He knew he needed more packmates; he needed  better territory, sure he had some and hunting grounds but eating hobos and the weak humans around here was ruining his palate; and most of all he needed to get rid of the enfants, by any means necessary. Calvin was in a bad mood and let out a angry snarl and growl that echoed through the den and let the rest of the pack know in that instant that he was not happy, and was in a hell of a bad mood. That was not generally the case, normally he is in an okay mood and can be reasoned with and is smart. When he gets like this he is more violent and a much more fearsome beast. For now he stayed in his room thinking up a new plan and stewing in his own angry and rage, only one person was ever allowed in when he was like that and that was Muse, if anyone else entered they would be in for a beating or worse. Even Muse had to be carefully not to push him to far, though most of the time she could calm him down, as for as fearsome as he gets she is his mate and the only person allowed close to him.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Blood Runners</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Alpha</span></div>