Somewhere far from DarkClaw city, a young girl was seen dancing happily in front of her full-length mirror, whistling to the tone of a very disturbing music. She was covered in a black cloak from head to toe, making it impossible to see her face, but her cherry red lips were hard to miss.
She swayed her hips graciously, her hand in the air and feet tapping rhythmically on the creaky wooden floor. Then, she suddenly stopped, the green smoke in the air following her staying still.
"Finally! After so many years, my plan has finally been set in motion." Her tone was filled with pride as she voiced. "I have one Alpha wrapped around my finger and the other is dancing to my tone."
"Everything is going great!" She added, laughing hysterically at how easy her plan turned out to be. It would only be a couple of months before she gets what she really wanted. How marvelous!
