12 Years A Slave Pdf Book Novels & Stories

I knew what happened to slaves who offended important wolves and death was the kindest thing I could hope for. Rowan did not speak and the silence stretched on until I thought I might scream just to break it. Then I heard him move and felt him squat down next to me, his presence so overwhelming that I could barely breathe. "Look at me." He said and his voice was deep and rough like he had not used it in a long time. "I cannot. I am not allowed. Slaves cannot look at wolves, please." I whispered, pressing my forehead harder against the cold stone. He did not speak again, but his fingers touched my chin and the moment his skin made contact with mine, everything changed.

A hand slips under my chin forcing me to look at the person. My breath hitches as I lay eyes on a teenage wolf about fifteen if I were to guess. His black hair is cut in crew cut style, his midnight blue eyes take me in. He’s dressed nicely in black slacks and a black short-sleeve button-down shirt. He has an authority that I wouldn't expect from someone his age. “How much is this one?” He asks the slave trader. “I’ll give you a good deal, Alpha.” The slaver replies. “I don’t really care for deals, tell me how much she costs.”