Raula
Ulfred doesn't pay him any mind. "They took you," he says to me.
"Because the elders poisoned their minds."
He sneers at the young males surrounding him. They've edged way back at this point. Lost Pack is clustering around the one called Justus. "If these shits were worth a damn, they wouldn't be so weak-minded that a bitter old fuck and a wannabe could convince them that females are the reason they can't win a fight."
Ulfred spares a glance over his shoulder at the gathered males. "And don't think it's escaped my attention that all of you have been losing your bouts. Ever bother to think that it's because instead of hustling, you spend all your time bitchin' about how messed up things are nowadays?"
He snorts in derision. "You want me to spare these pieces of shit?"
I can't nod with the knife to my throat. "Yes." I send my answer through the bond, too, so he knows it's not because I'm afraid.
"Why?"
