Thrown to the Wolves.
he warns me.
"You're not my elder," I say with a whine.
"I'm older than you and more dominant, now sleep," he orders me.
"Don't order me," I whine.
"Then please go to sleep Mini, it's bedtime now," he says.
"I don't have a bedtime, I'm a creature of the night," I sass back.
"I'm tired and I want to sleep if you want to stay awake," he says but I didn't I was tired.
"Fine, goodnight," I say with another yawn.
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