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He then smirked, "you don't know? Probably because you're all humans with weak sense of smell. Cutie over there has the finest scent that I've ever smelt, and I'm sure that more of us... Well the insane ones will want her powers and blood. While the normal Werewolves will want her as a slave or... A mate", he then gave a dark chuckle. Snow was starting to shake; she never thought that her kind found her scent intoxicating. Although she has been away from them for a certain amount of years. Her transformation to adulthood happened when she lived at the old village.

"And like I said before. There were other rouges that found her blood in the forest, I have no doubt that they told others... She's doomed no matter what. With are insanity our sense of smell, sight and hearing are stronger than normal Werewolves. Anyway, what's your choice? If you kill me-" he then grabbed Snow's shirt and pulled her into his rough arms. "I'll kill her".

Snow finally managed to speak, but it was a whimper of fear. She wanted to kick his sorry butt, however the Silver-Blade Knights are right in front of her. That was when she looked closely, the dagger was cheep Werewolf metal. It would do no harm on her at all if he stabbed her. She would just heal since it isn't real Silver.