It was dinner time, the next day, they were having meat and sauce. The pets ate from a plate laying on the bare floor, they were not allowed to sit on a couch or sofa. Dinner felt more like a visit to the dead time, they all focused on their food. Mackie got up to go drop his plate in the kitchen.
' Stop right there.'' Master ordered, making him stand in a spot. " Over here you don't do things yourself instead you order them to, that is why they exist.' He completed.
' But I just thought.....'
' No Mackie, no thoughts. Here you don't think, you order. Number 6 take it to the kitchen.' He ordered.
Annabel crawled him to him and stretched her hand for the plate to be placed on her palms. It was against the law to touch a werewolf. He looked at her gently with plea visible in his eyes and placed it between her palms. He did not want to disturb them, he always wondered how they could crawl and hold things at the same time.
