Silver Creek Butterflies fly away

was she fucking stupid? was she seriously stupid? grayson stared at her, concern laced in his features as she choked out sobs about how he was denying her the right to breed. with a god damn stranger? who the fuck, in their right mind, would want children by some stranger? he gave a nod to oryx, thankful the woman was taking her elsewhere. he was not barring her from the world, he was barring her from men... the pack was mostly women anyway. how daft was she? women. scoff.

"you will be thankful of this when you are married-- and not with another man's child," he said after her, and then after oryx, "thank you, oryx." and then his gaze was upon the pale man before him, submissive still, but less cowardly. "who are you?" he asked, tone accusatory.