Not His
Dread filled me as I watched Sandy release Hunter’s arm and casually walk behind the Luna’s throne, retrieving a large box wrapped in paper with a big bow.
“Open it,” Hunter commanded using his Alpha influence once Sandy placed the box at my feet. I kneeled, tearing through the paper and lifting the lid, preparing for whatever was in it.
Nothing. And I mean nothing prepared me for what was inside the box.
“Let us see your gift,” Hunter pressed, using the command.
Tears streamed down my face as I reached in with shaking hands, pulling out a horrific taxidermy display of Whisker’s final moment. Somebody ripped her throat out as she was nailed to the board.