[center][color=00aeef][b]Fayth Morrow[/b][/color][/center]
A quick rush of fury and anger always seemed to get the better of Fayth. Storms of burning rage stirred inside her like a hurricane she couldn't escape from no matter how hard she tried. That part of her. That past didn't go away. Especially now when challenging Anton to punch her was not the wisest of words. But more unwise was Anton jabbing Fayth's jaw with a powerful punch. Anton was a werewolf, a former omega who earned the position for fighting prowess but lost it due to unpredictability. Fayth was the unknown who had only been in one fight between Jesse and another wolf who she battled off with ease. Anton had power. And despite being drunk, that fist still stung. The locked - now uncaged - heart of darkness shrouded Fayth's face with pure rage. Almost hate. Her eyes had changed from their cool sapphire blue to the unnatural violet gaze. The wolf was loose.

Fay took off after Anton. Quick on her feet, a burst of speed as though she were spring-loaded on the release. Anton was drunk and out of practice, Fay knew it. Tracking her and even seeing her was too easy. This chase wouldn't last long. The night lit up to a bright yellow, neon green. The wolf night vision turned on. Smell of booze and the scent of Anton leading Fay right to her and she caught up easily. She naturally loved to run and ran all the time. But it was almost a thing she hated under her father. Long forgotten scars that faded on her feet from being trained to run so hard her feet bled and she still couldn't stop. Also equipped with the tutelage of her father in both boxing and kick boxing. Knowing how to use her legs and hands to her disposal. An omega fit to be a perfect killing machine with the storied wolf pack of Alaska. And she was right on top of Anton now.

She leaped into the air and tackled Anton to the ground. Rolling right on top of her. Fay was quick to use her abilities and pin Anton to the ground and at last she clenched her fists. As her gaze met Anton's, Anton would be able to see Fay's soft gentle violet eyes looking down on her but with the look of a killer. Then something strange happened as the bloodlust inside of Fay was being unleashed. Incapable of holding it in much longer. Her eyes turned golden. "You miserable bitch!" Fay snarled. Her words still human but slowly shifting as the first fist reigned down and smashed Anton in the jaw. Then the left. One-two, one-two. Brutal punches. Her knuckles crashed against Anton's face like wrecking balls. The bones cracked against each other. And there was definitely blood. A lot of blood and when Fay inhaled the scent, Anton came face to face with the demon inside. Fay's eyes were blood red. Crimson flames of hatred, but not for Anton, something incomprehensible to those who did not know Fayth.

Fay let out a primal scream into the air. No feminine noise at all. That was a roar of a monster. Her voice no longer recognizable. [color=ed1c24]"You think you're life is so fucking hard, huh?! You think you know me?" [/color]Her fist cracked against Anton's face again. [color=ed1c24]"Did you think I'd be afraid of you?"[/color] Another punch. [color=ed1c24]"You don't know what FEAR is!"[/color] And in that moment, the daughter resembled the father. Fear incarnate.