Meet your new sister

Flare had ensured his path into the Syndicate took them by the mangled corpses the pack liked to leave on display at their borders. He'd wanted her to understand that once you belonged to the Syndicate, there was no going back. Time would see if any of that lesson would stick.

Demelza appeared before him, meek as a lamb as he gave her a predatory smile. “Slave. What did they call you?” He demanded, turning to the spikey wolf he'd brought in. He'd decide if he liked her name enough to keep it. He was sure she'd be able to learn another this late in life if he deemed it necessary. Whatever her answer, he'd continue on. “The rules are simple. You will call me Master, Master Flare, or Sir. You will do what I say, when I say it. Refusal or poor performance will be punished. Demelza, my dear. Would you like to fill our new girl in on the type of punishments that might merit?” He asked, voice light and almost warm. He was enjoying himself.