Rejected?!

His Lordship

Faith Pov:

I felt a fridgid hand wind it's long fingers into my hair before a sharp pull sent me flying into a wall. How is it that I hadn't sence it before? His lordship has graced my mate and I with his not so holy presents. I grogily lulled my head to the side attempting to rid my sleepy haze to no avail. What the hell was going on with my body? It felt as if a silver plated boulder had held me in place.

"A- Alec." I called out weakly as I watched him being drug away in a limp manner.

His eyes alone told me that he was alright but that wouldn't stop my panicking wolf, attempting to gain control with little to no success. Where was the overly tall lord taking my mate? Where was Vencient for that matter? It fel as if an eternity before Alec disappeared throught the door, having it swing hard into place after his feet were drug through.

As what seemed like hours passed my strength returned and I immediately had shifted, pounding into the door with my wolf's massive shoulders in a maddening frenzy.

Mate! She screamed as our body had grew hotter with rage.

A screaming howl had ripped it's way through my throat, stinging slightly. The door refused to give way reguardless of my persistant attacks and I was half sure that my shoulder would be deeply bruised once I had shifted back.  A knock sounded slightly over my rage induced stuper.

"Faith, Please calm yourself. It's just me, Vencient."

A spiteful growl ran though my lungs as I backed away from the door with a limp before I sat. The door creaked open and the hybrid made his way inside. Hi sudden buttler-like appearance had stood more clearly now.

"Faith, please relax. I have been informed that your mate will not be harmed, the master wishes to speak with him before  he is cleaned, fed and thrown into a duel." He said as an attempt to soothe me, reaching out one hand.

I reluctantly began to calm, limping toward him slightly. My attention had suddenly been pulled to the now slightly pulled stitching which had been made a little agitating due to the sudden matting of fur. It had given me a sick feeling so I shifted back, allowing them to be placed in their normal, furless positioning. My claws,of course stayed in place as a means of protection.

"Why Is he doing this?"

"He just wants stronger pups. The lord wants a healthy lycanthrope army."

My face fell. "So I'm to stay here as a breeder?!" I shrieked in question.

His lips curled into a frown as he nodded.

"I'm sorry Faith... I wish there there was something I could do."

I scowled slightly. "Something you wish could do?! Have you tried oh I don't know getting me the hell out of here!" I raged.

My hands began shaking slightly as I dug my claws into my palms.

"Please be calm Faith, please? I cannot afford to have you shift right now... clothe yourself and prepare for your departure of this room."

Starring at Vencient blankly, scowl etched into my face, I made my way to the closet. Once turning my back to him I have the small golden handle a quick jerk. An array of flimsy dresses assaulted my vision.

"Oh come the fuck on!" I growled.

I felt Vencient's hand clasp my shoulder.

"I know what you're thinking... But, his Lordship takes precautions seriously."

I snorted at that. "I rather wear a blanket than show my areolas!"

Hearing him stifle a laugh put me a momentarily ease as I began rummaging through the "stripper attire" as I would like to call it.