She could smell the desire on the other could smell his control over it. During the last two years, of fighting, and then fleeing, Jarek appeared to have done a little growing up. The situation had required it... he'd be dead otherwise. Her dark, peircing gaze never once left Jarek's after her question, and she watched, and smelt the emotions roiling like an ocean caught in a storm. The shift in mood amused her little, and she growled at his response. Her muscles tensed, and she leaned forward suddenly, a hand reaching out, red painted nails catching Jarek's wrist, and digging in.
"Remember whose company you are in Jarek."
It was a low warning, one accompanied with a roll of power that was directed strictly at Jarek. She had no time for games and posturing. Jarek was still himself, would no doubt still be testing her. And she would not let him down. She was still a bit crazy, still dominant to him. Her power pulsed over his skin, and she sent it deeper, searching for his wolf. She felt the animal within him, and brushed her power against it, like a hand through a dog's coat. Undoubtedly it would feel odd, but it wasn't the first time hse'd reached for a member of her pack's wolf with her power, played with the wolf while they were still in human form. Leroy couldn't even do this, he hadn't been powerful enough to control it as delicately as Verda did. What fools, the lot of them, for thinking she was too weak to rule them! A snarl of rage rumbled from her chest at the thought, and her power tightened around Jarek's wolf, before releasing him quite suddenly. She settled back in her seat, no longer touching the male.
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