Blackwater Islands you are a servant, placed at my feet

Gabe's brows narrowed as Kalika spoke, about men being consorts, used only to serve and sire litters. It sounded kind of... slavish. The boy didn't mind helping out, but he liked his freedom. Plus he didn't like to be treated like trash, that wouldn't go over well with him in the long run. His golden eyes darkened a bit as he went over what she said in his head. He looked away for a moment, almost feeling betrayed. How could she tell him that this would be his home, only to have him be a 'consort'. Was this what normal packs were? Where everyone had a specific role to play?

His thoughtful and stoical gaze shifted back to Kalika as she neared him. She nuzzled into his shoulder, whispering her smooth honey words into his ear. She was almost reason enough to stay and obey these packs laws, but still he was no fool. He didn't know what to do. Do you really even like me? As a friend or more? Or am I just a boy toy to you? He stated in a rather bland tone. At the moment he wasn't feeling as playful or light hearted as usual. His darker side shadowed his amber eyes.