“You’re not a fucking human—I knew it,” Alex spewed the spoken words with a film of filth as thick as a puddle of plasma. He fell backward onto the concrete, spitting a mouthful of saliva that blended with his blood. The liquid’s consistency was sticky and smeared across a section of his cheek. And it was all he smelt. It was in the air and each time he inhaled oxygen into his charred lungs, the rusted scent invaded his olfactory system, like a taunt. The elder male engaged with the latter in a dispute that turned into claws clashing. Alex’s eyes were ablaze as he abhorred the fellow werewolf for his arrogance and impartial beliefs on the balance between humans and werewolves. “You give nothing to your sisters and brothers who are dying every day in order for you to stay alive. And carelessly you murder more and more humans, not giving a damn for them, my pack.” A flash of fangs and he charged at the elder with a fist, his knuckles pounding into one eye, albeit the ring on his forefinger scraped a layer of skin off of the alpha’s cheek.
"You dumb fucker," he replies dryly as he runs the back of his hand over his mouth, but his eyes are alight. "You say I give nothing? I protect my pack, I keep them out of trouble. You're talking like I kill a fucking family every day. I can keep myself alive."
He allows one of your punches to hit before he's launching himself forward and into the beta's middle, his center of gravity, and it sends them crashing into the sidewalk. It's so much better than fighting a human, of course, but it doesn't seem fair anymore, to fight a beta. With a vicious grip on the kid's hair he growls into his face, "I have a pack, you dumbass. Picking a fight with an alpha." He nips at the slender neck before him, a silent check mate. "Chaerinnie won't be happy her beta is so fucking reckless. And you say it's me who's making the humans come after us." Just to make his point he backhands the pretty, young face beneath him, and god, it feels good.
