Agnes Craig was the nosiest wolf I’d ever met in my life. Sure, she was an attractive woman, but she was lacking in every other aspect that was important for my taste. This did not hinder her from finding me whenever she could to let me know that she was available, however.“Are you going to be the one to carry out her punishment?”I was tired of talking about this and certainly would not continue the conversation with Agnes Craig, of all people. “She’ll be dealt with accordingly. Excuse me.”“Ah, of course!” She said in a shrilled voice. I walked away, and immediately, she grabbed my arm. I tried to reel in my aggravation, but it was getting harder and harder. “Um, just…to let you know, Alpha. If ever you want company…you know…to talk
I kissed the top of her head, and we just sat there for a few minutes more in silence; the only sound echoing was her silent chewing. After a few moments more passed, I broke the silence. “What were you two talking about, Valene?” Her chewing paused, and so did she. Both her hands were holding a chocolate cake split in half. “She seems to think that…that I have been trying to convince you to turn me into one of you.” She looked up at me. “Why would she think that?” She asked this question as if she had already known. I turned my head, staring blankly at the wall as frustration, yet again, began to ignite in me. “Well, since Harlyn brought it up, now is the perfect time to discuss it, Alastair.” Aziz was right, but that didn’t mean that I wanted to do it. It was hard, and to be honest, I did not want to have a conversation with her. “Then I will.” Before I could rebuttal, Aziz pushed forward. And immediately faced Valene. She backed away subtly, surprised at the change in my ey
Valene: The sun had risen and set twice following Master Wade's visit. I hadn't seen a sign of him or Master Slaughter since the night of my imprisonment. As much as I would have liked to see them, I wasn't upset about it as I knew that with the Lycan King and his pack in town, there was much to discuss. I was a prisoner, so, to be honest, I wasn't owed a visit in the first place. The only thing left to do was wait for whatever punishment was waiting for me. If any, at all. There was no sign of trouble yet, but I knew I wasn't out of the wilderness yet, either. Sitting there in the dirty hay, was enough to cause massive anxiety as my imagination created different ways that they would punish me. What were they going to do? Or would they do anything at all? It was my first offense, so I wasn't sure how the procedure for this type of thing went. Maybe this was the crux of my punishment; sitting in a soiled stable of hay and wooden bed pallets with no food, drink, or interaction for two
I felt so foolish as we stepped over the guard. Maybe he was right. If only my convictions were so easily placed. “I’m sorry, Master Wade-” “Stop apologizing, Val.” He hissed. “Now, let’s go before someone else catches your scent-” We rushed out of the confinement stable, and immediately, he tried to get me to the car. It was harder to move at a fast pace because of my injury. I didn’t realize that the guard had gotten me as good as he did. The blood had begun to soak through Master Wade’s wrapping. “Alastaair!!” A thunderous roar ignited the area. The lycan king’s voice was like a bombardment of aggression. I looked up into Master Wade’s suddenly concerned eyes and immediately realized that whatever was about to happen was because of me. “M-Master Wade?” “Get in the car, Valene.” He said in a dangerously low voice. Reluctantly, I obliged Master Wade's command, and as soon as I did, Master Wade stood in front of his large truck. “Ares.” I heard him say calmly. “Where is it?!” Th
Valene: When I felt my eyes moving against my closed eyelids, I was aware of my return to consciousness, yet I was still too weak to open them. Gradually, I garnered the strength to open my eyes and when I did, I found myself in a large room with curtains drawn to the side, covering what I assumed was the only exit, save the window to my right.. Was there someone else in here? “Hel…hello?” I attempted to say when I felt the scratchiness in my throat; there was a dryness in my mouth that I nearly choked on. Quickly, I looked around for something to nourish my parched tongue and fortunately found two bottles of water sitting on the stand next to my bed. They must have known that this was bound to happen-my waking up to dehydration. After gulping down one of the little bottles, I sat up in my bed, only pushing the covers far enough back to lift my shirt and check the wound that got me here in the first place, as I recall. As I attempted to lift my shirt, I realized how sore I was, so I
“If life is so miserable for you…then why not leave?” he asked me instead of answering my question or admitting that I was right in my assumption of his thoughts. “Well…for one, we cannot just leave if ever we decide that vassal life is not for us. Once you pledge…once you are sentenced, a human serf is a life that you live until death or until your Keeper decides to have other plans for you, and that in itself is rare.” I sighed, looking up at the ceiling as I thought about the fact that I had, not so long ago, potentially come across one of those rare chances. “My predicament is…a little more complicated than that…however.” I finally added after pushing the thought away. “How so?” he asked. I looked down at him as he finished my bandage. “I don’t think that I could ever leave…even if I wanted to.” By this point in the conversation, I was just confiding in a stranger because there was no one else to confide in. “Why?” There were a lot of reasons, but the one that was strongest am
“Don’t seem so surprised,” expressed Harlyn as she nudged me. Her expression was playful at first but only for a moment as a glint of sadness appeared behind her eyes. “I do care about you, Vali. Despite what you or even Daddy thinks. I’m just…not good at expressing those feelings. Especially, where-” “A human is concerned?” I finished her sentence. Part of me hoped that I was wrong. She shrugged. “The truth is the truth, Vali.” Harlyn instead confirmed my assumptions. “Right.” Harlyn exhaled and opened the bag that she handed me; I had completely forgotten about it. “I brought you something besides clothes, Vali. I wish you’d take a look.” She beat me to the punch and opened the bag for me, pulling out a box, and I already knew what was in it. It may seem gluttonous, but my eyes lit up when I saw them; sweet treats! “I saw this donut place on the way here and thought, what the heck.” “Thank you!” I exclaimed. “I probably shouldn’t be so excited about these,” I took a chocol
Valene: The ride home was nice and quiet outside of some casual conversation between Harlyn and me. No more was mentioned concerning the idea of Master Wade turning me into a wolf, and to be honest, while I was thinking about it still, in the back of my mind, I certainly didn’t want to talk about it anymore. When we pulled up at the Wade estate, I was glad to be home despite the complications of the family unit. “You good?” she asked me as I carefully stepped out of the car. I nodded a yes. No, I wasn’t all that good, but I wanted to be able to move on my own. Or at least try. “They must have a whole to talk about.” I heard Harlyn mutter as I stressfully shut the door to her sports car. “What are you-” I started to ask when I saw an old and beautiful muscle car sitting outside of the house. “Who-who is that?” I nervously looked at Harlyn and then back at the car. Somehow, I already knew who it was. Shakily, I took a deep breath and instinctively grabbed at my well-wrapped wou