my heart runs on gasoline vapors

The Warlord would receive the assurances he desired. A good thing for Lefty, since it stayed the Warlord’s hand. However, she didn’t stop there. She continued to speak, and the Warlord’s eyes grew flinty. Over his long years, he had taken in many strays. Adopted wolves, called them his own. He had come across more than one pup that had been abused by undeserving parents. He could be a grumpy old asshole, but one truth would always hold.
He loved children.

“You belong to them no longer.” He said, a hint of a growl in his tone. No, she was his now. The possessive Warlord knew that if she did not wish to see her family, they would not get within a hundred yards of her. “Come.” He said, continuing on. The hint of fatherly rage already dying from his deep blue eyes. “If you turn directly into the woods from here, you’ll be on a straight path for the tree house. Do you wish to walk further, or meet your new Master?”


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