Béatrix kept silent as the wolf spoke. She watched his every movement, the way he carried himself, her mind always calculating. In her line of work, you had to be hyperaware of your surroundings, and know exactly [i]what [/i] kind of person you were dealing with. She was well aware of a werewolf’s abilities and, in a one-on-one fight, wolves were physically stronger, so she had to be clever and crafty to beat them. And clever and craft she was, although he pretty much gave himself away with his words, he practically wore his past as obviously as he wore his shirt. Of course she knew who he was, and now she knew how he was able to evade her for all these years; The fates had this sick little surprise in store for them instead of a simple seek and destroy.

[i]“So shall we play this guessing name game, or not?”[/i] he asked her.

A dark grin settled upon her lips “Oh, does the Big Bad Wolf not like games?” she teased “How unfortunate, I love them.” She ended her circling so that she was now facing him once more. [i]“Especially mind games.”[/i] Tholo was able to see that her lips didn’t move for that last sentence, he only heard her voice in his head. The shock in his eyes made her chuckle with sinful delight.

“Some of us [i]bloodsuckers[/i] are reborn with gifts, mental manipulation is mine. With enough effort, perhaps I could even get you to sit, stay, and roll over.” He seemed pretty unamused, angry even. Hell, they were both pretty angry at their situation, but that didn’t make it any less real. She decided to throw him a bone (ha!) and spare him of the guessing game. “Wolfsbane.” She said. “Well, it’s Agent Wolfsbane now, I too have been trying to cut back on the killing, I only do it under the name of the law these days.” The burn in her wrist hadn’t ceased, she wondered what they had to do to make it stop. God, she hoped they didn’t have to kiss or something…