Chapter Nine

She isn't ugly; she's just frightening, like a crow. She enters with majesty, appearing to be the same age as my favorite nanny, who is currently in the Lord's bloom.

"Lord bless her soul”. I mumble into nothing.

“Welcome to the pack.” Strangely, she doesn't have the coal-spitting voice I expected; instead, her voice is croaky rather than furious.

She stops, "I'm lady Sasha, and you know what they say about Sashas. She seems smug for her appearance when she says, "Mess around and find out." Perhaps her stature gave her this permission to brag.

Your sole responsibility in this place is to serve Lord Hector, Hudson, and Hunter, our Triple Alphas. She checks our faces to make sure her arguments were understood.

"At all times, you must appear appealing with well-combed hair and a clean shave. She added, "For when you are not needed, you get freed 'forever'," while pointing with her fingers. "Meals will be served three times a day; they contain a mixture that isn't entirely wolf's bane, b