Predator or Prey

"She is mine, now." Those words were the only ones to echo through his mind at first, loud and amplified by past experience of what they used to mean. They used to mean something so vastly different, so cruel. They'd been used to take away their individuality, their free will, to cripple them and make them bend to Kyros' will. Mikko had been his, for a time, after he'd taken away everything and everyone else with which Mikko could've claimed any connection, all the way down to his own strength and mobility. His pack, his wife, his friends....There had been a point where Mikko was nothing but his. His father's.

But this was different. All of this was different, including his own new living situation. He needed to remember that.

Slowly the words faded, leaving him staring absently toward the ground. "No...," he finally uttered. "No, I wasn't. We're not." Mikko's single eye flicked upward again, though, with a new question behind it. Still feral, still sharp as a pin as it looked into Sirius' blue ones, but this time there was more apprehension than anything. It narrowed, quaked a little before steadying upon him. "So what do you know?"

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