Valene A full week had come and gone since the evening that the council member made his stop by Master Wade’s home. Harlyn had spoken to me since, but our conversations were hardly long enough to glance at before she’d go on about her business. It was evident that her acknowledgment of me at this point was something more along the lines of obligation than anything else. I should have been alright with this, but I wasn’t. I never did particularly find favor in discord and confusion, especially where my family was concerned.Although I do not know from where it stemmed, Harlyn seemed to have an ought against me of late. She didn’t say as much, but I could sense it, and I just didn’t know why. It was because of this that I had begun walking

Valene:Everyone began to arrive in short order, looking exquisite, their vassals close behind displayed in their required attire of black tops and matching bottoms. We weren’t necessarily allowed to get too dressy though some vassals managed to sneak in a piece of jewelry or two. We weren’t worthy of inhuman’s attention, so most times we did not garner it, but sometimes…rare times, a vassal would catch the eye of one, and if the price was right…well, things could be arranged though not openly; this was a taboo practice after all. At least, that was the rumor. It was mainly those who pledged their lives to the inhumans that most tried to attract them.I, along with the beta, Delta, and the Omega’s head vassals, was required to wear colors with our black to specify our Keeper’s position in the pack. It was unfortunate th

When I turned around, I saw that Penny’s aunt was staring daggers at me. She quickly followed after her niece. “Don’t worry, Vali,” Harlyn said without a smile. “I’ll save you from the lashing deserving of a misbehaving vassal.” She walked past me. “I think more of you than that.” “Don’t bother,” I retorted, forcing her to stop in her tracks. “It’s clear that you think very little of me, Mistress,” I said. “I’ll take my lashing as a misbehaving vassal should.” Shortly after this, Master Wade came rushing outside along with a crowd of others. It was no surprise that Penny exaggerated what she’d seen judging by the look on the faces of those staring. “She blatantly stared Harlyn in the eye…she was boldly speaking with complete condescension.” “Don’t be so overdramatic, Penny.” Harlyn hissed. “It was a disagreement, plain and simple.” “Disagreement?” Penny’s aunt interjected. “No vassal should have an opinion contrary to their Keeper-no matter how plain or simple it may be. Alpha?”

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

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