The Chess Piece (4)

It’s a silver wolf from the wolf tribe, almost as rare as an Albino. Her hair was wavy and shiny, and her eyes were bright blue like an ocean. His neck was marked with a barcode tattoo meaning that she was a slave until recently.

Aesthetically, the woman was stunning, not quite as stunning as Shadow, though, in Malikul’s opinion. What Malikul saw was a valuable breed. Nothing more, nothing less.

According to the wolf tribe, the silver wolf was sought after for its breedable body. It sounded bullshit and of course, Malikul referred to the old tyrannical ruler. Not the new edition which was – coincidentally, or not – Shadow’s brother: Albert.

However, Malikul understood the notion of the statement. She was extremely attractive to the eyes. Even Albus and Rozita looked regretfully for a second. They could feed off the woman for a few decades if they decided for her to sell the body. She would make a good fuck. Malikul wouldn’t lie.

Of course, Malikul wasn’t part of that crazy fantasy. H