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Amber

I couldn't describe how relieved I was to see he believed my sob story, but deep down down I knew I was threading on a dangerous part. It was one thing to be captured by him when I clearly didn't know my fate here and it was another to lie to him.

I didn't mean to lie to me, it might be a farce but so far he has been nothing but good to me. I doubt every other female wolves they've captured were given this freedom. Would I call this freedom? Not necessarily, but it was better than where I was coming from.

Here there was a man I wanted to touch me like hell, a maid to wait on me, and no one to hit me.

Sighing, I picked up the piece of painting I drew, held it out the window for the liquid to dry off.

"Young miss." Arya greeted from behind.

"Hey Arya" came my nervous reply, despite how she was free with I couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Someone's here to see you?"

I frowned in thought. "Who?"

"One of our pack females."

"And he allowed her?" I asked incredulously.

"If by 'he' you