He shook his head, hearing her, but knowing the nature of wolves. “The strong enslave the weak, and the weak flock to the strong, that’s the way of life.” he said, for that was all he had known. He didn’t know of the Alphas in this land who protected those beneath them, and treated them with dignity.
She took his words wrong as he admitted his desire to protect her. He didn’t know what it was about Zee that brought out this side of him, perhaps it was because for the first time in his life he had someone to confide in, someone who was not a Klein, Deathbelle, or a slave that feared for their life. Someone that he could respect, without feeling servitute towards.
“I think, Zee, that you might be the first friend i’ve ever made in my life.” What he felt for Deathbelle, that mixture of devotion, love, and warship, was something else entirely. Not to mention her comment on protecting her only because Deathbelle desired it, irked him for reasons he couldn’t entirely decipher.
His ears went flat as she spoke of one day being the one to maim her, to injure her irreparable. He growled softly at her, showing a hint of teeth. “If that is true, then I fear for that day, Zee, I fear that I do not know what choice I would make, and hope I never have to make it.” would he defy his masters, could he if it was Deathbelle giving the order?
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