Love Never Ends, It Only Changes

He snorted at that. “The slave rank is carefully named, sweetheart. The wolves either need to feel motivation to move up, or they have no desire to do so. In which case they are a slave of their own making.” Instead of dismissing her idea, he carefully explained it to her. She was young yet, and there were many nuances of the word she was yet to discover. He would not smother her desire to learn.

“Excellent. Take teaching him as a challenge. As you do so, you’ll find the both of you will learn and grow from it” he advised her. He sat up as she moved away to whistle, summoning the little growing leopard. “He could well be going through a growth spurt” He advised as she mentioned his penchant to eat and sleep.


"Sirius Fatalis"