A Hand basket to Hell

She turned from him, and paused at his words. She felt herself grimace, knowing that feeling of pain and worry for a family member. She didn't want to relate to Oleander right then. He was her master, and he didn't let her forget it. Her personality was treated with scorn and once, violence. The wolf that treated her like an equal was out there in the blight. And Oleander wanted to work to help them…


She sighed softly. “Your dad. What does he look like?” She asked softly, turning back to Oleander. She tried to keep the sympathy off her face. She didn't want him to see it. Never mind that he had saved her life and nursed her back to health. Everything about them was… complicated.