The fact that Aiden was being so flippant about the blatant violation of the treaty really made Isaac see red. At least the other wolves who took it upon themselves to cross the river owned up to their actions when caught. They may not have been the most pleasant creatures to deal with, but they didn't attempt to hide their reasons, and always made it clear why they were so far from home when threatened with consequence. Isaac realized that he was only one vampire, but the number would soon grow, and the dark-eyed man couldn't say that he [i]wouldn't[/i] suggested killing this alleged alpha for his attitude alone.

Isaac was poised to speak, about to give this werewolf a telling off, when he paused. There was a vibration all around him, he could sense another being close by, and the smell that wafted toward him was a dead giveaway to another wolf in the area. There was only a low growl before the beast launched itself from between the trees, and Isaac quickly blurred from his position, intent on keeping his life. However, he had not anticipated Aiden's intervention, and considering how reckless and whimsical he had already demonstrated himself to be, being “saved” took Isaac by complete surprise.

As the brown wolf resumed his human form and began to cry, Isaac quickly pieced together what was going on. The alpha had crossed the river to retrieve his inexperienced omega, and then attempted to hide the truth in order to avoid repercussion. The boy couldn't have been more than fourteen years old, but Isaac wasn't in a forgiving mood. With the other vampires not far from the area now, Isaac had a plan, a message for the clan. 

Smirking in return, Isaac balked at the idea of killing Aiden. “No,” he shook his head, chuckling and still able to feel the energy of the young wolf who was now heading for the river. “I'm going to kill your omega.”

Isaac disappeared into the night, his body a black blur amomg the trees as he quickly moved across the landscape. There wasn't much ground between himself and the young werewolf, and he intended to close the small space quickly, before the boy could reach the river. After all, no one would be able to blame the coven for protecting their territory, even though the boy was hardly a threat. It was the principle of the matter, and the guidelines of the treaty needed to be respected. While this situation wasn't exactly an eye for an eye, Isaac knew his decision would be appreciated by a handful within the coven. 

Werewolves were stronger than vampires, but this one was young, inexperienced and emotionally compromised. More than likely, the trespasser thought that he would simply leave, go home and start obeying orders from the alpha again, but Isaac wasn't about to let that happen. He caught the boy around the neck, which produced a yelp from Charles as they tumbled to the ground. Before the boy could shift and become more dangerous, Isaac twisted his hands and a loud [i]crack[/i] echoed through the forest.

He let the body fall from his hands, showing no sympathy for his actions. He wouldn't even lower himself to drink from the boy, a message in itself about the blood that ran through the clan's veins; they were filthy, not worthy of fang, not even worthy of being spilled to the dirt-covered forest floor. 

Seconds later, a sister from the coven was standing next to him. Circe was older by hundreds of years, but still only looked to be in her mid-twenties. Her long, black hair was parted down the center, and the moonlight shone from it beautifully. Her red-painted lips curved into a smile at the sight of the boy. “Nice work,” she said, crossing her arms. “Where is alpha?”

Obviously, she had been in the area, sent to keep an eye on him. “Not far behind, I imagine.”