"Cat or not it doesn't mean you can kill her." Kryos growled, then turned his eyes to Blaise, "Just like you can't kill him. He's not like my clan, raised different; but that doesn't change the fact his a lycan, like me." He shook his muzzle, "And Hector put me in charge while you were away." He looked back at the pup he had pinned, his blood dripping down into the creatures fur. Lycan wounds always lasted longer.
"And you can stop trying to insult me, little wolf; I've heard it all and it stopped affecting me years ago." He said evenly, wolf eyes hard and dead. "Now, either you start talking, or I'm going to wound you and let little kitty cat eat you, alive. Understand? That's our kinds worst fear, always has been no matter the dividing line in the clans." His threat wasn't a hallow one; he was just cruel enough to follow through, but he wouldn't stick around to watch. He flexed his arm, looking down at the wolf with that same thousand year, merciless stare that his father had.