Deal

"Do...Do you wish to die, you jerk?" 

Glaring at him with her wrathful gaze, she raised her fierce claws upon the air, pointing towards him with the malicious threat. Watching her getting all infuriated, Czar was enjoying provoking her a bit too much.

"Really? Can a weak beta like you, kill me? If you are confident enough, use your powers." Without moving a single inch away from her, he further straightened his back, reciprocating with a crude smirk.

"As you wish, punk!" Immediately holding an atrocious facial expression, Clara almost flew towards him swinging her chisel-shaped claws in the air to attack vigorously. She was gritting her teeth and promptly enough, her long, prickly, ferocious white canines started to evolve and descend her mouth as if she was unable to suppress her real form any longer.