At Their Disposal

Gwen stood outside Alpha Duncan’s office at seven fifty-five AM and tried to stop her hands from shaking.

It didn’t work.

She’d barely slept. Had woken up at five, gone through the motions of washing her face in the communal bathroom, changed into the only clean clothes she had left....a simple grey shirt and black pants that had seen better days. Her hair was pulled back in a braid. Her raw hands were wrapped in strips of cloth she’d torn from an old shirt because she couldn’t afford bandages.

She looked exactly like what she was.

Omega. Broke. Desperate.

The door to Duncan’s office was solid oak with the pack crest carved into it....a wolf’s head surrounded by pine trees, the symbol of Greywatch. She’d been through this door a hundred times growing up. Her father had worked closely with the Alpha. She’d spent countless afternoons sitting in the waiting area doing homework while her father finished meetings.

That felt like a lifetime ago.

Now she stood here as a summoned omega, not a welcomed daughter.

The clock on the wall ticked to eight AM.

She knocked.

"Enter," came Duncan’s voice from inside.

She pushed the door open.

The office looked exactly the same. Large mahogany desk dominating the space, bookshelves lining the walls, the massive window behind the desk overlooking pack territory. Duncan sat behind that desk now, his expression unreadable, his posture rigid.

He wasn’t alone.

Two other men sat in the chairs facing his desk....pack council members, she recognized. Elder Abraham and Beta Nathan, the man who’d taken over her father’s position and moved into their house.

All three of them looked at her when she entered.

None of them looked happy.

"Close the door," Duncan said.

She did.

"Sit."

There was one chair left, positioned slightly apart from the council members. She sat in it and folded her hands in her lap to hide how badly they were shaking.

Duncan studied her for a long moment. His eyes moved over her....taking in the weight she’d lost, the exhaustion in her face, the wrapped hands she couldn’t quite conceal.

Something flickered across his expression. Too fast to identify.

"Do you know why you’re here," he said finally.

"No, Alpha."

He leaned back in his chair. "The Fenwick pack has sent word."

Her blood turned to ice.

Duncan watched her reaction with those sharp Alpha eyes that missed nothing. "I can see you understand the significance of that."

She said nothing. Didn’t trust her voice.

"Two months ago," Duncan continued, his voice carefully controlled, "we branded your father a traitor. We demoted you and your mother to omega status. We did everything the Fenwicks demanded to prove we weren’t defending Arthur’s actions." He paused. "It wasn’t enough."

The room was completely silent.

Elder Abraham shifted in his seat. Beta Nathan stared at his hands.

"The Fenwick triplets....Killian, Barrett, and Cassian, have assumed full control of their pack following their father’s death," Duncan said. "And they’ve made it very clear that they hold Greywatch partially responsible for what happened at that treaty meeting."

"But we weren’t..." Gwen started.

"It doesn’t matter if we were or weren’t," Duncan cut her off sharply. "What matters is perception. And the Fenwicks perceive that Arthur, a high-ranking member of this pack, betrayed an alliance and got their Alpha killed. They want restitution."

Restitution.

The word hung in the air like a blade.

"What kind of restitution," she said quietly.

Duncan’s jaw tightened. "They’ve given us two options. Option one: they come to Greywatch themselves and extract payment in whatever form they see fit. Which likely means the complete destruction of this pack and everyone in it."

Gwen’s stomach dropped.

"Option two," he continued, "we send them what they’ve requested. As payment for Arthur’s crimes against the Fenwick pack."

She already knew what he was going to say.

She could see it in his eyes. In the way Elder Abraham wouldn’t look at her. In the tense set of Beta Nathan’s shoulders.

"They want you," Duncan said flatly. "The traitor’s daughter. They want you delivered to the Fenwick estate to answer for your father’s crimes."

The words landed like physical blows.

She sat there, trying to process them, trying to make them make sense even though they already made perfect terrible sense.

"For how long," she heard herself ask.

Duncan looked at her. Something almost like respect flickered across his face at the fact that she’d asked the practical question instead of breaking down.

"One month," he said. "You will go to the Fenwick estate and remain there for thirty days. During that time, you will be...." He paused, choosing his words carefully. ".....at their disposal. To do with as they see fit. Payment for the debt your father’s actions created."

At their disposal.

She understood what that meant.

She wasn’t stupid.

"And after the month?" Her voice came out steadier than she felt.

"After the month, if you survive it, you’ll be released back to Greywatch." Duncan’s voice was flat. Emotionless. "The debt will be considered paid. The Fenwicks will leave this pack alone."

If you survive it.

The words echoed in her head.

"What happens if I refuse," she said.

Elder Abraham made a sound. Sharp and disbelieving.

Duncan’s expression didn’t change. "If you refuse, the Fenwicks have made it very clear they will consider it an act of war. They will come here. They will destroy this pack from the ground up. Every man, woman, and child. No survivors. No mercy." He leaned forward slightly. "Is that what you want, Gwen? Do you want the complete annihilation of Greywatch on your conscience?"