She continued to explain herself to him, thankfully answering his questions with out a problem. While her proposition interested him, he continued to be confused behind her motives. He was too used to a world in which each being took care of themselves. While wolves were pack creatures, he did not lower himself to trust any of his fellow weres. Maybe if he had grown up in a pack setting he would understand that bond, but he would never know. This human for some reason wanted to save the pack, wanted to save creatures that killed humans for their own enjoyment.
But she had a point. He knew of the hunters and how they had succeeded several times in capturing fellow wolves, tracking them down and using technology to their advantage. It would only grow worse as wolves decided to fight back, no doubt leading a full blown out war. Somehow, this girl had decided that he was the one to stop this. He had dreamed of taking over as pack Alpha, leading the wolves away from war and death. He could teach them to live as shadows, just as he and his feather had done for such a long time....wolves that lead double lives, human and animal.
Roman took a step away from her, trusting that she would not stab him now. He continued to meet her gaze while he crossed his arms, covering the burning red spot on his white shirt where the silver had pierced his skin. Could they work as partners, both working to meet each others goals....which some how aligned, despite their differences? She seemed so sure of herself, Roman could not help but also feel the same way.
"You propose I work for you to bring down the pack leaders?" He asked her, working through the details, "It will be dangerous, Wilder and Ash are a powerful duo....despite their flaws. And I am not only speaking for you, but for me as well. If I were to align with you, I would be a traitor of the pack, a crime punishable by a horrible death. Wolves to not take lightly to treachery. I need something from you to be sure that I will not be outed....that you will not use me and then dispose of me. The pack can never learn of my treachery"
Roman swallowed, hydrating his suddenly dry throat, "If you can promise me that, I may agree to this....but I need a day" A day to think, a day to plan....a day to convince himself that this was a horrible idea. Because as of now, his instincts itched for him to agree, to take down Wilder and Ash and claim leadership. But his father had taught him to be weary of things that seemed too good, to easily obtainable.