What Doesn't Kill Us...

Madam Callisto gave a weary look on either side of the ware house. She had put out her table, her chair and a few things such as candles, a teapot, some teacups, and a box of goodies incase thing's took an unexpected turn. She had a nice mountain ash circle around it. She took in a breath and sighed. "A good night for bloodshed." She said in her gravely voice. She paced to the doors of the warehouse, her skin smoothing as she walked, her body shrinking as her age turned back. The black dress she had chosen fitting her in such a nice way with her improvised youth. Her skin took a darker tint her eye's turning from their icey blue to a caramel brown. Her feature's sharpening and her lips filled into a full heart shape. "Demon wolf." She murmured in a softer voice."Come out to play, Demon Wolf." Then she grabbed who would be her bait who was leaned up against the front door by the back of the shirt and dragging him inside, he was apparently drugged, hands bound in chains behind his back and feet bound together, and weakened. He was also a werewolf and by the black blood dripping from his mouth, Callisto had thrown some Wolfsbane in his drug mixture.

She threw him into the middle of the warehouse floor, the man stirring weakly, struggling to sit up. Callisto, in her new youthful skin grabbed the now Omega by the hair, yanking it so he had to look her in the face. "Oh, Ricardo..." She said in mock sympathy to the former pack mate of Callisto’s Alpha, Carina. "You should have stayed where Carina left you. Have anything to say for yourself?" Apparently he did, He called her a female dog in spanish, spitting some black blood into her eyes. She grimaced throwing him onto the floor. . "Some emissary you are, you twisted bi-" She wasn’t afraid to punch him straight across the jaw pulling a dagger on him, pressing it to his cheek. . "Ah ah!" She chided, a sleek smile spreading across her borrowed skin’s lips. "As an emissary I was sworn to selfless sacrifice to the Lunez Pack, to help and aid The Lunez Pack and, last time I remembered, you are not part of the Lunez Pack." That earned her a growl. She laughed a bit at this .

"Come now, don’t act so innocent. We both know why you are here. You want Carina’s Title, you think she’d be weak if you challenged her, that she would let you kill her because she would be afraid to kill a former pack member. That why she left you in Mexico with her little wolf boy, correct? So she would not get challenged so she would not kill you." Ricardo’s glare was unwavering. . ”You’re wrong, you know. She would kill you. However, you’re death has little to no benefit at her hands. She does not need to dirty herself for you." She pressed the blade into his cheek, it was very sharp. She turned her head to the side. . "However, there is one instance in which your death would be useful. I believe the Demon Wolf would be quite tempted to follow the scent of your dwindling life." She kneeled down and moved the blade to his throat. . "Tell me I’m wrong, Ricardo. Tell me you are here with pure intentions and I will let you go." Yet the werewolf’s eye’s dropped to the ground. And she smiled. . "I must say, you will die with some dignity."
The Hot red liquid pooled from beneath the werewolf’s body. Madam Callisto dipped her gloved hand into the blood and ran her hand against the door so the wind would carry the scent and the returned to her circle, removing the gloves and throwing them on top the body. "Come out to play, Demon wolf. It’s your move."

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