you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

Oleander had deemed her capable of moving. First, he had ‘encouraged’ her to go to lessons provided by the pack's steward. Now, he was insisting she take a supervised walk around the pack. Her victim today was Wilder. Oh goodie. She'd already given him a start once before.


She didn't know when he would arrive, and she had been lightly dozing when he turned up by her bed. She blinked at the earthy wolf, Adjusting to his sudden presence. “Is this a jailbreak?” She asked blandly, sitting slowly up. Every wound in her back pulled and tightened, and her breath quickened. This was going to be… not fun. She'd been injured many times as a slave, but her whipping followed by the bear mauling her back was definitely the worst she had ever sustained.

She got gingerly to her paws, taking it slowly. She really did hope Wilder didn't try to rush her. Perhaps she should have been kinder to him, considering he held power over her.