home inspection

His eyes narrowed in response to her words. He had no idea what she was talking about and he didn't know if he cared enough to ask. What did her mother and brother have to do with anything? What kind of leader did her pack have? More importantly, what kind of man didn't fight for his wife and son? You know what? Right now he didn't care. Deciding whether or not her pack's alpha was a chickenshit seemed like alpha business for another day. Today he was dealing with her.

Tyrian leaned back, his expression settling into something unreadable. Her apologizing - again - had reminded him that he was owed something. "Well then he won't mind me keeping you for a few days." At this point he knew how tender her heart was; a few days cleaning up sheep shit and gutting carcasses would teach her a lesson. Tyrian stepped forward and poked a paw in her chest. "Consider yourself a prisoner of Fireside. You're going to stay here for a day or two. You'll sleep with the sheep and goats, clean up after them, and help me slaughter them." Until now he hadn't had any plans to slaughter anything, but now just for her someone was going to lose their head. If he wasn't so valuable it would have been that damn buck.