The best way to describe the moment would be those few seconds between the prey pouncing on its victim. That tension, the moment they knew was coming but maybe if you stood still, you didn't breath the prey wouldn't notice you. This time though, the hunter wasn't hunting another hunter. The game would be an interesting one at least.

From the dim shadows of the park came the small troop of wolves, human forms for half of them the rest on four. Rhys cocked his head for a moment, giving a snort as he heard his own pack coming forward behind him. Cassie was close to his side, he could smell her, that fresh minty scent she had but where was Rose? Worry had his eyes glancing into the park, seeking her out and then-- ah there she was.

"What do you want Marcus?" Rhys asked, his voice a gruff baritone as he attention flicked back to the male before him. Hand would lift, pushing the dark hair from his face in a slow confident move.

"You know who we're here for. That little bitch which is shacking up with you," Marcus sneered and it took everything Rhys had not to force that smirk from his face. The click of a gun sounded and Rhys eyes narrowed at the blonde female beside Marcus. Mm, so no matter what this was going to get interesting apparently.

"I am not keeping her with us. If she wished to be with the pathetic excuse of a man which you call your Alpha she would be." Rhys snarled, spitting it back at the squat man before him. While the was the constant worry for his pack there he knew they could out-match Marcus' little gathering of wolves.