Rebel Prince

Devlyn pulled up to the gates that guarded his home.  A small and cocky grin  lined his face as he roared his motorcycle to life and raced down the long drive way to the garages.
It was the dead of night, the moon was large and full outside causing all the wolves to become restless and energetic. Perhaps this was what had caused the young prince to disobey his mother? He wanted to think so but he knew the answer; he just wanted to break the rules.
He knew he should be quiet, but with the adrenaline now coursing through his veins he couldn't care less. He WANTED his mother to see what he had done, he craved the confrontation and argument just for the sake of escaping his current state of boredom.
He didn't bother materializing into his room, he threw the front double doors wide open, which caused him to nearly be attacked by the guards there.
Damn. . . He thought when they didn't attack, he was reeling for a fight.
It was then his mother came down from the stair case, her head was head high and she all but glided down with elegance. Her sharp emerald eyes locked onto the cool blue of his and he already saw the fury burning beneath their striking depths.
"Devlyn Blake Akuma Wolfheart, where the hell have you been?" His response was a merely half smile as he strolled into the lobby of the castle.
"Clearly, out."
Her gaze narrowed onto his, "You didn't. . . Devlyn. . .I can smell the ink."
He laughed as he removed his shirt to show her his latest act of rebellion.
Her mouth hung open in disbelief as she stared at the massive dragon tattoo that wound its way around his torso. He turned so that she could see its gruesome head that encircled his shoulder.
"Yea... I think I did... and a piercing, I thought if i was going to get killed over this i might as well have gone the entire way." It was then that her eyes found the small rings that now lined his left ear and a single ring that pierced his lower lip.
When his mother only stared at him he grinned and said, "Finally at a loss for words, mother?"
"You know you're going to pay for that, right?"
"Yes."
"You know that you're going to feel pain?"
"Yes."
"And yet you still disobey me?"
"Yep. I do things you don't like. . .just like you do things I don't like."
"Is this because we are calling you Devy-bear now?"
"Yep."
She shifted her weight and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Well, now you will feel pain and anger, Devy-bear."
In a heartbeat he felt a sharp sting as she yanked the rings out of his ear and mouth. He growled against the pain and jumped back fast enough to evade another one of her swipes.
"The tattoo is coming off!"
"You ready to skin me for it?"
She stared him down, not once did her eyes flicker away from her son. "If I have to."
A slow smile found its way onto his face, "Wonderful."