[center][h1][color=c4df9b][i][b]Tyra Hallowell: Belle Meade Plantation 9:00 a.m. Nashville TN[/b][/i][/color][/h1][/center]

Acting on instinct and ignoring the voice that filtered across her mind saying that she wasn't a pup and needed to act her age, Tyra spun on her heel and easily slammed her fist against Grace's cheek, her head spun and the sound of bones snapping had a faint smile tugging on her lips.  Stepping back and dusting off her leather jacket, Tyra tilted her head curiously as the Alpha rose her head and wiped absently at the blood freely pouring down her tanned face, silence filled the air as well as the scent of blood. Alpha Grace shifted and shook her head, Tyra crouched and snarled softly as she watched the Betas crouch and half-shift as well, truth be told now Tyra could do as she wished within the town, the 'truce' broken the moment her fingers had touched her skin, grinning at the anticipation coming from her Betas Tyra tilted her head and voiced her question.  Her sweet tone hiding the anger and unease as she watched the Alpha. 

"Yes?" She asked, the wild blowing strands of her blonde hair into her eyes, with a flick she dislodged the strands and pulled her lips back to show her now sharper and longer teeth. 

"You plan to fight them? You and your pack?" The implications clear in her voice, Tyra rose to her full height and rolled her neck, sighing at the single crack it gave. Truth be told Tyra had craved a fight the moment they'd enter the town, sowmthing felt [i]wrong[/i] and she didn't like it, they could do as they wished now but for now she wanted to see what would happen. The Beta that lunged at her was both expected as it was unexpected dodging to the left she easily raised her left leg and brought it done square in the males spine, the sound of his spine snapping brought a smile to her lips.   

So a fight it was then. [@shaitarn]