Alpha Iyoha heaved a sigh of disappointment. "I had high hopes when I first met you several minutes ago," the werewolf said to Elys, "really now? A knife up in your sleeves?"
"You can't blame me," she said, "if you were in our position, I am most certainly sure that you would do the same thing. The only difference would be is that in my case, I was caught."
The werewolf raised a blade that he confiscated from Elys. The Princess merely shrugged as if it was expected of her. Iyoha's disappointment intensified, his scowl evident as his snout scrunched.
Aleksander stifled a sarcastic laugh, to which the sensitive ears of the werewolves still picked up. The pack snarled at the vampire prince, angered by his lack of respect for their alpha. The prince looked away in an attempt to look innocent, but it didn't really help that much at all.
