Rosewater Oasis Pretty Boy

Would you not, in his position? He asked with a teasing smile. You're rather intimidating when you put your foot down. Light-footed paws trotted to the other side of Samir, gazing up at him.

Arslan knew all too well that he was a hypocrite, but he couldn't be bothered to care. He had been taught how to effectively deal with these things through observation of his birth pack.

The way things were now, he knew that he was essentially in the role of a woman. He had seen that when a woman was disloyal, her husband simply ate the resulting off-spring. But should a man be disloyal, in his mother's own words: you castrate him.

It had scared him once, but now it was rather convenient.