Now he walked around the territory of his pack, as always, everyone left him as far as possible, he was used to inspiring such horror

Her eyes... so curious, but there is also fear beneath it all... It was interesting, she was not like the others, he decided to go closer to her and see what would happen. As he approached, the other wolves backed off a bit more, making a small path for him to reach her. He did not break stride, his gaze locked on hers as he slowly walked over. Up close, she seemed even younger than he had first thought. Her scent was unlike any of the others too; it was soft and sweet, somehow familiar yet foreign at the same time.

Finally, when he stood just inches away from her, he paused. She trembled slightly under his gaze, her lips parting in silent breath. He reached out a hand slowly, gently cupping her chin in his palm. Her skin felt so delicate against his calloused fingertips that for a moment it seemed as if she might break

His heartbeat quickened as he felt her trembling beneath his touch. He knew that he should pull away, but something held him back. She was different; she didn't react like the others. He leaned in closer still, their noses almost brushing together as he whispered softly into her ear.

"What is your name, little one?" His voice was raspy and deep, yet somehow gentle despite its power. He could feel his instincts calling out for him to claim her, but something else held sway. Curiosity, perhaps. Or maybe it was simply the unfamiliarity of her scent that kept him from losing control.

He raised an eyebrow in surprise at her soft reply. "Rina..." he repeated, savoring the sound of her name on his lips. He knew it was dangerous to hold back like this; his instincts were shouting warnings at him to claim her and end this game of cat and mouse they seemed to be playing. But something inside him wouldn't let go. It was as if she had somehow caught his attention, and he couldn't seem to tear himself away from her.

Slowly, carefully, he leaned in even closer, his breath ghosting over her skin as he whispered once more. "Rina... Tell me, why are you not afraid of me?" The question was spoken with a mix of curiosity and bewilderment, as if he truly didn't understand why she wasn't reacting like everyone else did when faced with his presence.

Her honesty surprised him. There was fear in her voice and eyes, but it wasn't the overwhelming terror that he usually faced. He wondered if perhaps...no, it couldn't be. It would be too impossible for something like that to exist. But still, there was something about her that made him want to know more. Something that made him hesitate despite his best instincts telling him otherwise.

"Rina..." he murmured softly, running a finger lightly down her cheek before cupping her chin once more in his free hand. "Perhaps I could show you... how different it can be between us." His voice was no longer rough and harsh; instead, it held a quietness that suggested he spoke not as the alpha of the pack, but as Derian White Fang: a man who had been alone for far too long.

His fingers trailed down her neck to brush against the column of her throat before sliding lower still, resting lightly on the swell of her breast. His touch was featherlight, almost caressing, as if he wanted to test the boundaries of what she could handle. He watched her carefully for any signs of distress or fear, ready to pull away at the first indication that he had crossed a line. But when she didn't flinch or recoil, he dared to press his touch more firmly against her soft skin, feeling its warmth radiating through his fingertips and straight into his heart.

"Tell me..." he whispered, leaning in even closer now so that their lips were almost brushing against each other. "Would you...like to stay with me?" His voice was barely a breath, and he waited for her reply with bated breath, hoping she would say