Thread: Claiming The Wolf (Hatchet & ScarlettRose)

Donder stood there, his massive paw on the door handle as he awaited her to just leave as he held it. Brow twitching however when she made her first pointed words at him, he flashed her a toothed sneer, his teeth impressively white but also oddly sharp looking, but perhaps nothing out of the ordinary. I don't. It was a warning, unless you like getting a good three inches of wood in your face every afternoon. He said just as pointedly to her, the two seemed to be quite skilled at back and forth insults. His powerful knuckles were turning white from the hold on the door handle, it was too early for him to endure her entitled act with a calmer facade. He glanced out the window seeing another student there, however she was more than a student. Pierce would come by every now and then during the week, taking his highest math coarse the school offered since another coarse was required in her field. He didn't want to keep her waiting, their relationship was rocky anyway. Blue eyes flicking back to Alyssa, his brows narrowed at her again as she started to stutter, causing him to let out an amuse huff as he stood and listened to her smattering of words. However the restaurant invitation caught him off guard, causing him to let go of the door nob, keeping his foot to hold the door open as he crossed his arms over his chest. Not saying a word, he just let her leave at that, Donder watching her go still a bit confused on what happened. Alyssa passed another girl, a bit younger than her but not by much. Average height, dark brown hair, light freckles, nothing incredibly eye-catching except for the familiar ice blue eyes and blunt, straight to the point attitude she shared with her father, minus actively being an asshole. ...What the hell was that? Pierce asked glancing to her father, her accent still well heard but not as thick. Donder shrugged and got his things walking to class with his daughter as they spoke, though in the back of his mind he wondered which of his friends or colleagues liked Italian. -- She received her corrected paper in class as the other students did before hand, Donder starting his lecture by first going over similar problems to the most missed on the test, his back to them, left hand writing on the massive board while the other just sat in his pocket. Nothing special about the class as he went on with his words, paying her no mind throughout the rest of the hour. -- During the weekend, two large men walked into Gio's, the first a blonde man in his thirties with honey brown eyes and known as one of the chemistry professors. He was a nice, jovial man enjoying to engage his students with the topic, always smiling. Behind him however was his opposite, Donder no longer wearing his normal suit, formal wear and instead looked more like a biker than anything else, not only were the two men like night and day, but so was the German's attire compared to the usual. His hair wasn't combed back as normal, it was just a tad more rustled but not unkempt, wearing a black t-shirt, jeans, and steel toed boots with an expensive watch on his left hand to match. Didn't think you liked Italian, Donder. William teased his friend, as Donder rolled his eyes with a smirk as they waited to be seated. I never said I did, Will it just gives me heartburn. Not to mention who wouldn't pass up free food? I hope that girl doesn't have a stroke when she sees your appetite. You're not going to make her comp six meals all just for you and whatever I get right? I don't know. I am a douche. Donder purred within earshot of Alyssa. He could smell her when they walked in, though he would never say anything about it, keeping his enhanced senses a secret.