Inara hadn't underestimated him. She knew she was in dire trouble. All he had to do was rake her arms and damage her arteries and veins and she would bleed to death. She knew that he had the weaponry to do it with the dagger tipped appendages now digging into her skin. Her mind was trying frantically to think of a way out... some advantage that was not obvious. Though most lycanthropes didn't understand their base nature... she did. If you beat them the first time, then you were alpha... they were easier to control. This one was different, he was beyond pissed, but not raging. She couldn't see an obvious way to use his anger and aggression to her advantage.<br/><br/>The last option was reason (as absurd as it sounded to her.) When he told her to let go, she tightened her grip with her legs. "Sure, after you follow my instructions." She looked down at his face... had he been a wolf she would have thought him beautiful. But as her hands were now free she grabbed the top of his snout. "Since you say you are not the defiler I am looking for, You are going to put me down and we are going to walk to my truck and you are going to get into the back of it. Once I have found and subdued my target I will let you go." Tact had never been her strong point, so the word weren't too flattering... she didn't say since you're NOT a defiler or murderer or even try to make nice. He could not be alpha between them. If he wasn't the one she was looking for then she would still be fighting two.<br/><br/>With her legs still tight around his neck, she waited for her answer and prayed he made the movie mistake... the one where the bad guy is about to win yet does something stupid so the good guy could rally... she really needed that as this moment.