"What am I? A dog?" Judy murmured to herself.
"What did you say?" Michael Patrick asked getting angry, it was like he had a switch ready to be turned on if Judy talked or did anything wrong.
"Nothing," Judy answered standing up.
"I heard him alpha," her brother said.
Who even asked him? He was behaving like a ten-year-old who has been told to report something back so he would be given candy.
Judy wanted to stomp away but from the way, Michael asked her with anger in his voice she just walked slowly to the door. And before she could open the door her father said, "Where do you think you are going, fetch me some water from the fridge."
"Yes," Judy answered and open the door, and left.
"What am I to him, a dog?" Judy asked herself that question again as she went to the kitchen to "fetch" the water. There was some water in the room where they were sitting but she wanted to go out and cool off.
If she had "fetched" the water from the room and taken it to her father, she was sure she could have blown off with anger because her father didn't even use the magic word, "please."
Yes, if he had said, "Please fetch me some water, Judy." That way Judy was sure she wouldn't have a mind "fetch."
She was a grown-ass woman yet her father still treated her like a small child.
Michael Patrick saw everyone to be beneath him and that's why every werewolf stopped asking him why he kept changing the pack's name from one name to another.
However, every werewolf called it the Ryder Pack in the absence of Michael Patrick.
It was boring, sometimes he would wake up and call the pack, Michael Patrick Pack, and all the werewolves would say nothing.
Seriously, Michael Patrick Pack. What was it? A mall? Or was it a supermarket?
Maybe for anyone, it was just a mall as they were free to go and come back.
For Judy Patrick, it was a prison.
Judy felt like screaming at how her father treated her like a child, but maybe to her father's eyes, she was still a ten-year-old child. What was she doing at Ryder Pack anyway when she could have packed her things a long time ago and left?
She was a big girl and she could go to any town and stay there, alone, for the rest of her life.
"The alpha, oh no! My father wouldn't allow that to happen," Judy thought.
Truly, there was no way Michael Patrick was going to leave her daughter to stay whenever she wanted, she belonged to him.
Judy knew if she left her father would send his besties to find her, Michael Patrick knew some rogues who would do him his dirty work, it was simple as that.
Judy imagined how her father would ask the rogues to hunt her down and bring her back like a lost puppy, and Judy didn't want that to happen.
Her life was already an embarrassment as it was, and if her father still recapped the story of what happened that time she had run away when she was young, she didn't want to think what her father would do if she get caught after running.
Michael for sure was going to exaggerate the story and torture Judy for the rest of her life.
"I can transform though, and leave this place," Judy told herself.
Yeah, as if that would help.
Michael Patrick had plans for everything, he had answers to any question any wolf asked him. And if he didn't, he would lie.
Listening to every problem her father always called her to listen to and offering guidance whenever he felt like her answers would help, Judy knew if she did transform her father would do the same thing.
Sending the bestie rogues to hunt her down.
He wouldn't care how they would bring the werewolf back to Ryder Pack and all he would command them would be, "Bring my damn child home."
Judy would be hunted down like an animal and be brought back like an animal being transported to the zoo.
As soon as she would be home, Judy knew her father would have made plans for her already. He would force her to transform back to her human self, and if she would decline to, Michael would put her in a cage.
Like a prisoner.
And whenever he would get bored or needed someone to listen to him then he would ask anyone to bring the werewolf while at that moment tied up, on its legs, and place it next to his feet. He would then pat it while he was talking.
And the times he would be stressed up he would put her daughter's wolf on a leash and walk with it around the compound.
Judy smiled thinking of that and scolded herself as she knew her father would possibly do that, after all, Michael Patrick loved to be in control.
It would be easy for Michael Patrick because he would have free ears to talk to. And a pet he could smile, yell at, and talk to non-stop while not worrying how crazy he was.
"Maybe biting his feet off would work?" Judy asked herself.
No.
Still, that one wouldn't give her a freeway. If Judy would bite her father's leg or any part of his body then she would say goodbye to her mouth.
She knew her father's plans were countless if Michael Patrick's plan A didn't work then he would use plan B, plan C, and so on up to plan Z.
And still, if the plans failed, he sure would have another plan, like plan A,1. Up to the plan which would work for him.
Michael Patrick didn't get to have the Ryder Pack just by having one plan, he was good at that. A perfect planner who was ready for anything.
In Michael Patrick's mind, he knew there was no need to worry about his daughter going rogue werewolf, and he loved that plan A was already working.
Keeping Judy home.