"Alright." A man says as two other men chain me to the wall of supposedly Throne boy's room. "No funny business, mongrel. If the king turns up dead, your pups die too." Scraggly beard threatens from the door. When did he get here?
All I can do is glare at him. They're not even mine, but they were blessed by an alpha and orphaned therefore I have no choice in the matter. The whole pack must work together to raise them. Even if we're only ten.
The men leave the room, casting me into darkness. I lie on the cold floor until someone falls over.
Two humans have entered the room. "What was that?" A female asks. "I don't know, m'lady," Throne boy answers, "could have been the big bad Wolf."
"Don't say that, your majesty." Female laughs. She reaches out to see what she fell over. Her cold finger tips connects with my fur. She pulls back instantly. "It is the beast." Her voice trembles with fear.
Jingle jingle. Throne boy nears me with a set of keys. He moves toward me.
"What are you doing Sire?"
"I want to hear it speak."
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Echoes of War
FantasyAfter a massacre Bjorn's pack has 15 standing members, his luck worsens when he becomes a pet. Then someone unexpected saves him, worsening his luck.
