#alphcapexpredator

[ofnecromantia]

status: closed, for Razor Lorenz ( @alphcapexpredator​​ ) location: clear crystals, late afternoon

Sitting on a wooden stool behind the front counter, Sam lazily read through a book about enochian symbols, absentmindedly drawing the different shapes on the table with her index finger. It’d been a slow day, only a handful of people passing by the store since the witch arrived five hours prior, Sam running out of options to make time pass faster. She had already restocked, organized, and cleaned around–looking over the various books sold at occult shop seemed like the next best option. The quiet was eventually interrupted though, the chime of the bells adorning the front door announcing someone entered the store.

Samara brought the straw of her iced coffee to her lips, taking a long sip before speaking in a monotonous tone. “Welcome to Clear Crystals." She'd been instructed that her greetings should include an offer of assistance, but the witch always omitted that part. Even when she was bored, she was never bored enough to willingly deal with the stupidity of most costumers. However, feeling eyes on her, Samara finally looked up. "...Is there anything I can help you with?"

[xwolfism]

status: closed, for Razor Lorenz ( @alphcapexpredator​ )  location: the woods, late afternoon

After what happened on the night of Halloween, sparring with Razor was the last thing Kaleb wanted to do. He didn't want to be away from Kitty or Morgan, didn't want to spend hours in the woods wasting time while trying to entertain his Alpha. He didn't want to deal with anyone from the Lorenz family, too tired and frustrated to trust himself not to snap if Razor pushed him too hard. But whatever the Alpha wanted, the Alpha always got, the Beta's excuses insignificant when Razor gave the order. So like always, Kaleb followed dutifully, suppressing his protests and complaints.

They trained for hours, Razor besting Kaleb every time as usual. But as the intensity of the sparring session rose, Kaleb's anger began to bubble to the surface, for the first time that afternoon getting the upper hand on the Alpha. He pinned Razor to the ground, raising his fist, gaze suddenly focused on the other's exposed throat.

He could just...end it. Right at that moment. Expose his claws and get rid of Razor once and for all. He could kill him and...finally earn their freedom...

In seconds, Kaleb was on the ground again, Razor on top of him, the Alpha punching the Beta across the face. The match stopped there, Kaleb spitting out the blood that accumulated in his mouth once Razor got to his feet. "I know," Kaleb snapped, taking a moment to regain a more respectful tone. "...I know. I hesitated." He always did.