Zaphara and Sal

Sal could tell the others were avoiding, which is a good thing. He needs a mental break, especially with this one woman that nonstopped annoys him. "Wolfless!" A feminine voice calls out to him at the front door, and he groans. In a swift motion, he closed the cupboard and left the kitchen. He takes the box of cereal with him. Meanwhile, he tries to find a place to hide. "I'm not going to deal with her today." His head was hurting enough today-hearing that woman's voice made him want to leap out the nearest window.

He needed to find a room with a lock quickly. As long it keeps that pest of a woman away from him. Ugh, if only he has his wolf right now. He'll gladly rip out of her throat. Wait, did she nickname him Wolfless? Sal comes to a halt with a growl deep in his throat. He proceeds to rip the box open and angrily muchness on the Lucky Charms. His crunching was growing louder as his adrenaline was increasing. Sal wanted to punch her and hoped that'll send a message. Only for his idea to be shut down, a grumble leaving his lips, "Amara would kill me if I were being aggressive towards her packmates." His brows raise, a slight gleam in his eyes. "Although it's Zaphara, I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

As for Zaphara, she was returning to the packhouse after spending the night out in the woods. A cheery look on her face as she sees the building in the distance. She examines the wolves on the porch but doesn't find any of them interesting. Going over to the front door and kicks it open to the point it was closed to being ripped off its hinges, "Wolfless!" She calls out into the building with a warm and mischievous smile. Zaphara hears many footsteps within the building. Despite all that, only one caught her attention. It was hurried footsteps like someone was speedwalking within the building, only for it to stop after a couple of minutes. Yup, she has found her prey. Salvatore-her beloved prey. Her smile grew wider, racing off in the direction of the man. She tries to tackle him from behind to catch him surprised. Luckily, Sal steps to the side, and she falls to the floor with a thump. Even though Zaphara was in pain, the smile didn't leave her. Without saying a word to the woman, Sal pours a couple of Lucky Charms on the woman on the floor.

"Hopefully, this will attract rodents that will eat you alive."

Zaphara gets up, dusting herself off, "Aw? Did you miss me that much to the point you've gone insane? Is your insanity that bad to the point you talk to rats?"

"If it means to create a pact where it comes to your demise, then yes. I'm speaking with the rats." He thins his lips when Zaphara laughs-the woman not seeming threatened by his words. In her mind, this is just a casual conversation. A pair of best friends talking smack about each other. In Sal's mind, he doesn't see this woman as a friend. She's just a parasite that won't stop draining him: a parasite he wishes to squish.

She points to the floor where he spilled the cereal, "You know you have to clean it up, right?" Sal glowers at the messy floor-the grip of the box tightens. "Your presence is a mess." Shoving the box of cereal into the woman. She was knocked back a little-her face says otherwise. "You have a way with words, and look at you, physical contact," she starts clapping, "well done, Wolfless. You're slowly warming up to me."

Sal went into the closet, grabbing the broom with the dustpan attached. Could he use it to hit her on top of her head? He grunts, "What'd you think of this, Balthier?" No reply came through, which seems to be the new norm. Walking back in defeat in Zaphara's direction and he mentally prepares himself. While Zaphara waits for his return, she starts to eat the cereal. Seeing him come back, a grin forms on her face. Patiently, she waits while Sal cleans up his mess.

Simon(Solar)~ M:People on the porch

Simon was driving and wondered about how the Blood Thane pack was doing. He didn't personally know the pack but had heard about what happened a few years ago. He was close to the packs house and he countined on. Simon had heard Solar say something but couldn't make it out. Solar thought I guess he can't hear me or doesn't want to but what im trying to tell him is important and about his mate.

Simon had finally made it to the pack house and oarked in guest parking. He looked at the time it says 9:20am. He thought Is my clock messed up or am i early? Simon got out of his car and then shut the door. He locked his car and then headed towards the pack's house.

He had finally made it to the porch. Simon Wasn't sure what to say in this case. He looked around them and then just stepped up to the porch. He hopped on to the porch. Simon said "Im here for the ceremony." He looked around and waited to watch the people that are on the porch.

Heather {Shade}

Mentions: People on the porch (ind.), Salvatore, Zaphara.

Heather let out a sigh before looking turning her attention back to the scenery, chugging down her water while distracted by her thoughts then she moves the now empty plastic bottle away from her lips, closing the top with the lid. The brunette would hear her stomach rumble, becoming hungry while being pestered by her wolf to go get something to eat to satisfy her hunger which the woman gave a reluctant sigh. Her eyes focused on another visitor, another alpha has arrived from another pack....Heather furrowed her brows a bit but she held back a growl that desperately wanted to escape her lips. She turned her gaze away from the visitor as she heads back inside the pack house to get something to eat, her stomach growling for the second time.

The Omega would step inside the kitchen but soon halted in her tracks, raising an eyebrow to see the mess that Salvatore is cleaning up while Zaphara is just watching him with a grin formed on the woman's face. The brunette lightly shook her head, walking over to the trash can as she throws the empty plastic water bottle into the trash can then opens the fridge as stands there, looking for something to eat. She would find a plastic container with left over chicken nuggets inside the said container, Heather closed the fridge door then walks over to the counter, grabbing a paper plate before setting the container down, opening the lid then starts to grab how many chicken nuggets the woman is gonna eat before putting them in the microwave to warm them up.

Valarian/Axar

His fingers touched the individual piano keys and hummed along to the song he was playing. He was enjoying the music until his betas came barging in. A sigh left him, upset that his moment of peace was interrupted. "Alpha! Why aren't you going to the ceremony?" Valarian lets out a hefty sigh, seeming annoyed by the question. "Crowds and I aren't friends." His tone was sharp yet still held warmth. Valarian glances around the familiar room. Marbled floors, fancy columns, bright red drapes over the enormous windows, and lastly, the expensive decor. The Highcrown Pack has exotic tastes, despite being what they are. Beta Leona sighs, shaking her head, "Honestly. You're the biggest introvert I know." Valarian hits a singular key with a bored expression on his face. He didn't want to keep talking about the ceremony. His wolf was uninterested in it too. Beta Crowley furrows his brows, crossing his arms as he tries to find the right words to convince the alpha.

"You're 20, Alpha Valarian, and without a mate. Do you know how bad this will look for you? For us?" The white-haired man sighs and sideglances the two betas. His betas are dressed in fancy attire, mainly designers. This pack was not afraid to show its riches, and it shows. Ah, yes. Reputation. How could darling Valarian forget about important matters? "They're quite persistent, Valarian. We can always fake it." His wolf says in his head, causing the man to chuckle to himself while his betas yammer on about the importance of him going. "Indeed, that does sound fun. Perhaps I might play a little trick." Keeping his voice low, not wanting the other two to hear. With his short conversation over, Valarian rose from his seat, "As you two wish. I'll make haste to get ready and depart." His words were smooth like honey-using his charm to reassure the two. The betas bow politely, allowing him to leave the piano room. Valarian paid no mind to men and women in the halls. His pack lives in a three-story manor. The South Hall is for the aristocrats, merchants, artists, and business folk. The East Hall is for the warriors, hunters, healers, and scholars. Lastly, The North Hall is where the alpha family and relatives reside. Despite this big manor, he felt lonely as he has no close kin here. A sigh left him, coming to a halt in an instant when he felt something brush against his leg.

"Ah, Mr. Fancy Boots." Scooping up his beloved cat, giving it a couple of strokes under the chin. "Been up to trouble, hmm?" The cat meows in return, Making the man smile a slight bit. "Time to get ready, Mr. Fancy Boots. We have a party to attend." Placing the cat on his shoulders, relaxing as his beloved feline begins to purr. With the werewolf and feline now together, he rushes to his bedroom to get dressed.

Riding in the back of a limo was the werewolf and feline-the cat was calm on his lap, but the man with the sunglasses seemed nervous. Parties were never his thing. Although, Mr. Fancy Boots seems to adore it. Yes, the feline is spoiled to the core, and it's honestly his packs' fault. Now, Mr. Fancy Boots can't live without attention. So much for a cat to be independent. When the limo came to a halt and parked in the parking lot, that was his cue to get out. Valarian reaches to grab his cane and stops after inches away from it. Would using a cane make him appear weak? Vulnerable? His lips thin in uncertainty as he tries to answer his questions. Reluctantly he grips his cane. He left the limo when his driver opens the door for him. Mr. Fancy Boots clambers on his shoulders where he proceeds to settle himself, "Hopefully, you take away most of the attention, Boots." The cat lets out a soft meow, snuggling against the side of his head. Valarian walks over to the people on the porch-though kept his distance. Let's say he has little to no trust towards that porch. He made sure his gloves were on his hands and his sunglasses over his eyes.