"It wasn't so simple as you say it is." Riley snarled, his teeth bared and sharp again. He wanted to bark that he had killed Dean without his powers, without any fuckin' fangs, either, but his secretive nature was bred in his blood and he would not reveal the details of the change in leadership to this vampire. "I didn't get to a place where I could challenge Dean by sitting in the woods and playing with my dick all day." He growled. He was losing his temper again, he knew, and it bothered him, but it felt good to be angry. The vampire had been provoking him all night and now he had been pushed to the edge of his very limited etiquette. "I know how to lead my pack." He finished, leaning in towards the vampire, entirely unafraid, too full of anger for fear.