Unlike Trey, Elizabeth didn't care about fighting fair. She wouldn't kill a wolf when they were in their human form (at least she hadn't as of yet), but that didn't mean she wouldn't play dirty. As far as she was concerned, the only rule she had to abide by was don't get killed and don't let Beau get killed. Other than that? Well, she'd make the rules as she went.
"You think it's Beau's fault I enjoy killing vermin like you?" she asked, her tone losing some of the sugary sweetness it held until now. Her eyes darkened, something dangerous rearing its head behind the sky-blue color. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Trey." She stopped talking momentarily, just long enough to listen to what he had to say and take it in. He was right, of course. There had to be a lot of wolves who wanted her dead, and even more that just wanted to see she and Beau hurt. They'd hurt and killed a lot of wolves in their time, so it only made sense that some of them would want revenge.
"Oh, I hope they try and get some revenge. I've got this new silver dagger that I've been itching to try out." It was a double-sided threat; one for the wolves in question, and one for the wolf sitting next to her. "That "missus" of yours ... I'm guessing she's the bitch of the pack, right? What, with you being the alpha and all. I'd keep my eye on her if I were you. You never know what might happen, after all. It'd be a tragedy if something happened to her."