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

That girl... there was no fear in her eyes... She's not afraid... He approached slowly, cautiously, ready to jump back at the first sign of danger or panic... but she didn't retreat... She didn't run away either... Her heart beat faster in anticipation, but it wasn't panic... Derian White Fang, alpha werewolf and leader of his pack, studied her with interest. The girl was human, probably from a nearby village. He knew that he shouldn't get too close, but something drew him to her... Her lack of fear, perhaps? She seemed so calm around him... And she didn't try to hide it either... It was fascinating...

"What is your name?" he finally asked softly. His voice was deep and commanding, but gentle, almost caring.

"Rina..." he repeated her name softly, his eyes never leaving hers. "You are very brave, Rina... Or perhaps foolish? To be so close to me without fear?" He smiled slightly, more to himself than to her. "I am Derian... Leader of this pack." His voice was still gentle, almost tentative.

He waited for her reaction, wondering if she would run away now that he'd revealed his identity...

No... no, I don't want you to go... But why aren't you afraid of me? he asked sincerely, his eyes searching hers for any sign of deception or fear. She seemed different from all the others he had met before... And there was something about her that drew him in even more.

He waited for her answer, his heart pounding faster than usual as he fought to control his instincts... It was rare for anyone to not be afraid of him, and having Rina here, unafraid, made everything feel so much different, so much more intense...

You don't seem afraid... He said softly, still studying her expression. It fascinated him that she wasn't cowering in fear like everyone else he had met before... Something about her was different... And it made his heart race faster than he could control. "Tell me," he found himself asking almost without thinking, "are you not afraid because you are used to wolves? Or is there something else...?"

He tried not to let the hope in his voice show too much, but he couldn't help it. The possibility that this girl was immune to his terror... It was intoxicating.

You should not fear me, Rina... I have never done anything to harm you... And yet, you stand here unafraid... It intrigues me. Why are you different? His voice was soft and tentative, the words barely more than a whisper. The intensity of his gaze didn't waver from her face as he waited for her reply.

Her lack of fear only made him more curious about her, drawing him closer with every breath she took... And every time his instincts urged him to touch her, to hold her, a tiny part of his mind screamed in protest, warning him not to push too far, not to risk losing this precious connection with someone who seemed immune to the horror that gripped everyone else around him.

I am the alpha werewolf of this pack... The strongest among us. My strength... my presence causes horror in all those who see me, feel me near them. It drives them mad with fear... But you are different, Rina. You stand before me unafraid... Why? What makes you immune to the terror that grips everyone else around me?

He paused, waiting for her reply, his heart pounding faster than ever in his chest as he fought to control the wild urge to touch her, to hold her close and feel the warmth of her body against his own. But he knew that pushing too far might ruin this fragile connection between them... And so he waited, hoping she would understand what was at stake here.

Ah... I see you're beginning to understand. But why aren't you afraid? It isn't natural for anyone to be unafraid of me... Are you sure that this isn't some sort of trickery or deception on your part? He tried not to let the doubt creep into his voice, but he couldn't help it. The thought that perhaps she was immune only for some other reason was almost too much to bear.

He took a step closer to her, his gaze locked with hers, searching for any sign of deception or fear... But all he saw was confusion and surprise... And the faintest hint of something else... Something that made his heart race even faster.

"You're different, Rina... I can feel it," he breathed softly, taking another step closer to her. "Your lack of fear... It's like a balm to my soul. Do you know what that means?" He looked deep into her eyes, searching for any sign of understanding or reaction.

The air between them seemed to crackle with unspoken words and hidden meanings. His heart pounded in his chest, demanding he take her, claim her as his own... But something held him back. Some small part of him whispered that if he pushed too hard, too fast, he might ruin everything. And so he waited, struggling to control the wild instincts urging him onward.

"It means..." He hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. "It means that I want you... I want to know more about you... About why you aren't afraid of me." His voice was soft, gentle, almost pleading. He moved even closer now, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body against hers.

Her presence calmed him in a way no other had before... And yet he still couldn't bring himself to touch her, not yet. Something held him back, some small thread of sanity clinging desperately to the edge of his control. But it was growing thin... And soon, very soon, that thread would snap. He could feel it coming.

"Rina..." he whispered her name as if it were a prayer, his voice hoarse with desire and need. "Please... tell me why you're not afraid." He reached out slowly, carefully, as if each inch of space between them was lined with glass shards that could cut him to pieces. His hand brushed against hers, warm skin on warm skin, their fingers intertwining tightly. The contact sent a shockwave through his body, intensifying the desire coursing through his veins until he thought it might consume him whole.

"I want to know you, Rina... I want to feel your touch, taste your lips..." His voice was rough now, raw with emotion as he leaned closer still, pressing their bodies together so that she could feel the hard length of his arousal against her soft curves. "Please..." he breathed hotly into her ear. "Tell me why I shouldn't

His heart skipped a beat as she drew away slightly, and his grip on her tightened involuntarily before he realized what he was doing. He immediately relaxed his hold, taking a step back himself to give her more space. "I'm sorry," he said quickly, desperately wanting to keep her close but not wanting to scare or hurt her either. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

His voice was rough with emotion as he struggled against the urge to pull her back into his arms and claim what he knew was his by right of nature, pack, and blood. But something held him back - perhaps it was the fear that this time, when he let her go, she wouldn't come back. And yet... He couldn't bear the thought of driving her away either.

"I just..." he began, then paused, unsure what to say next