You don't own the Earth.

Thanks! And also, sorry about the paragraphs. Just sometimes I can't think of what to say, you know?

"I was thinking about my mother all morning." She lied. Guilt immediately seeped into her. She had thought about mother, yes, but she'd also thought about the stupid rules of pack territories. She'd never seen Majesty mad, and she still didn't know if she could trust him not to rip her to shreds. She didn't know if he was calm in bad situations, or maybe he got mad as a fox in a fit. Maybe he wouldn't tolerate her disrespect for his rules.
Her mother had told her to stay from wolves unless she really needed help. She'd been just fine, but here she was, talking to a full grown male, who could secretly be aggressive and cruel. Her mother had been scared of most packs because one had chased her family into another's "territory." Then the other pack had killed Onyx's would've-been-uncle when he was a year and two months. Some packs, Raven had said, had no respect for loners on their stupid "territory."