B A R R O N
I paced back and forth in my study, the rage coiling in my gut like a venomous snake. That bastard had challenged me. Turning my good deed, to bad.
Taking a worthless slave of mine, and making her the mother of his child. My property. Now he thinks he can keep her.
Fenrir has always been a thorn in my side. Too progressive, too powerful, too... human. He's forgotten what it means to be a werewolf. He's forgotten the old ways. The right way.
The council had gotten back to me, of course. They had told me about Fenrir's refusal. His challenge. Good. I was hoping for it. A fight to the death. A chance to finally put him in his place. To take what's mine.
I walked over to my bar and poured myself a glass of whiskey, my hand shaking slightly. I downed it in one go, the drink b
