Moonspear What a tangled web we weave

His words broke the silence. She looked up at him with haunted eyes. "Yes" she said softly. She did not take her eyes off him this time, merely watched him with an odd expresion. Beside, what was the worst he could do to her now? She was an injured slave. She nudged the skull toward him, extending her neck. "Please"

She sighed, looking back up at the male. "Who are you?" Was he the beta, a healer, or simply a subordinate sent here with the unfortunate duty of guarding her? If the latter was true, she would be stuck with him for quite a while, and she geussed that she ought to know him a little better. She had felt a deep loathing for him initially, but that had subsided quickly as she realized he was merely guarding his territory. That utter loathing had settled to a deep dislike of him at the moment. However, being civil toward him was in her best intrestsin the moment, so she did not voice her feelings.