Gage might have looked like a famous football player, she looked like a professional ballerina. Honey blond hair tied in a bun, long limbs. She was also incredibly sweet. She was always making sure I was comfortable and had everything I needed. She was one of the pack members that brought me my meals when I stayed in the room.She was complaining about how she hadn't had a goodnight sleep since she hit her second trimester. I didn't feel as bad for coating the gravy in sleep syrup after I heard that. I was just helping a girl out, I reasoned with myself.All night Cassar watched me. My every movement as if waiting for me to blow up about Soren not getting me out of here. Jokes on him.It didn't take long for everyone to excuse themselves from the diner table earlier than normal, and head to bed. Apparently, today had been an exhausting day. But mine was only getting started.I didn't bother saying goodnight to Cassar as we silently walked to my cell. Or goodbye, which was more fitting

My head hit the wall with a crack, but just before I crumbled to the ground, I felt the tingling arms wrap around me.My eye's slightly blurring, I struggled to get out of Cassar's grip. He just tightened his hold around me like a snake with their prey. His hands holding my arms in place. His legs separating mine.We stood like that until my struggling eased. Both of us breathing heavily. My wrath slowly evaporating. My teeth and claws turning human again. My eyes flashing back to normal blue."Are you calm?" He asked slowly, eyeing me up and down."Yes," I said through a locked jaw."Are you sure?" He doubted."Yes.""Last time you said you were calm, you were not calm.""Just let me go you moronic baboon."Slowly his arms lessened their grip on me. When I didn't make another move to hit him he took a step away from me.We all stood in a giant sitting room, that had flat black leather couches along the outside. Most of the furniture destroyed.I looked at the four people that watched

I couldn't help but glance at the wall full of weapons, guessing which one Harlen would use to skin the annoying wolves alive with.Harlen saw my glance, smirking. She had probably already made that decision.Before I could respond, the same sneering voice from the last time spoke up from one of the couches."Why are you here?" He hissed. This time I did turn to see who the voice belonged to.He looked the same as he sounded. He was tall, all skin and bone. Everything about him looked scrawny and sharp. His face especially.He reminded me of a sneering weasel. He had small beady eyes, a small pointy nose, a small sharp chin. Graying thin hair at the top of his head. He looked a bit like my own father. Acted like him too."I came for the meeting," I told him with an innocent smile on my face."This meeting does not concern you." He seethed."Considering this meeting is about her. I would have to say it concerns her, Alf." Harlen scowled at him from the chair in front of Cassar's desk.

"I thought finding out you were a fox meant no more secrets." Cassar frowned at me.I belted out a laugh. When I calmed down enough to speak I looked back at him. I wiped a fake tear from my eye. "Oh honey, you know nothing."He frowned but didn't comment, not pressing me for more details. Which I appreciated. He brought the conversation back to our initial topic. "Now some of the council are pissed that you are a fox.""Why tell them at all?"Cassar walked to the window, contemplating. "The sooner they know, the sooner they will get over it.""Wow, your pack really has a thing against foxes." I mused. "It's not surprising, but still.""Only some," Cassar explained. "A lot of them are old school. They still believe that wolves are the dominant creature."The way Cassar said it, it was clear that he did not agree. That he was almost embarrassed by them."Your pack is known for that opinion," I remarked. A few years ago they some members of the Viribus Pack had murdered hundreds of crea

I also ignored the fact that he was buck naked. Some shifters preferred to stay in their animal form full time. I heard he was one of them. For him clothing would be nothing but a pain.I had met many shifters who preferred no clothes. At this point, I was used to it. A body was just a body. It made no difference to me if they were wearing a snowsuit or birthday suit. I just kept my eyes trained on his.He stood five steps away from me. He crossed his arms over his chest. Still glaring at me for disturbing his slumber, or meal. Who knew, maybe I was the meal."I have a deal with the Alpha that his pack members would not bother me." The giant bear seethed. His voice gruff, as if he hadn't used it in a long time. "How did you get here?""Well it's a good thing I'm not a pack member then.""You walk on his land. You keep with his warrior." He nodded towards a pissed off Harlen through the trees, growling at the both of us. Close enough for her to see us, but far enough that she couldn't