We as Infidels

She observed her father as he instructed her, dared to provide her with guidance. And yet she would tolerate for now, as she had yet to grow to his size, had yet to gain a strength of her own, a strength that would render her able to subdue him. ?They shouldn?t leave me,? she told him coolly, a chilling response. ?Mine,? she reiterated in explanation. They were hers, and if they left her, others might be mistaken in exactly who her sisters and mother belonged to. Nonetheless, if they were too filled with wanderlust, it was up to Vyvienne to punish and discipline her.
Her father asked about this place, about Valhalla. ?Nothing,? she answered truly, for she had yet to obtain much anything from the pack. ?It stinks,? she responded. It stunk of another, it stunk of someone who dared to think they had dominance over the chocolate-drizzled girl. Oh, she was not content with that. It?s mine,? she said, because it was true. She?d been told it was her pack, and thus it was so. It took merely a word of possession for her to decide that something belonged to her. Acidic gaze faced upon her father, curious what he would say to that. Certainly he would understand that he, too, was hers.