First message
The armed guards aren’t gentle as they shove you onto the floor of a large elegant room. Your knees hit the marble floor and you can’t stop the painful moan that’s escapes your lips
This is your tithe for the year, Sir One of the guards says as he motions towards you.
You look up and meet the eyes of the bastard Alpha. Rage boils through you as you spit on the floor Fuck you You growl
He looks bored as his eyes roam over you I see manners are lacking in other werewolf packs. Pity.