54. Farm

Storm’s pov

"So, you’re expected to clean the fucking stables. Or is that beneath an alpha?" Cyrus said, winking at me.

"Klootzak," I muttered under my breath and went to work.

I hadn’t seen animals like this. I thought I would be taken to a meat farm. We had several farms where we raised cattle or grew crops. But the only purpose of this farm seemed to be to take care of animals. Cyrus talked about them like they were his pets; he had even given each of them a name. Fucking weird names.

I stroked a horse’s mane, "Ant? What the fuck is that for name?"

"I heard that!" Cyrus yelled from across the barn.

Osiris had kept to himself, but always kept an eye on me. After a while, he suddenly spoke. "I lost my parents too, when I was young."

"I know that. It’s because you fucking killed them."

Osiris growled and pushed me, "how dare you!"

I growled back, ready to attack him.

"Os! Just fucking calm down." Cyrus yelled from the back.

Why the fuck did Osiris let this Cyrus guy speak to him this w