SUNSET PACK
Silver rushed into the healing center.
He had received a message that Steele had woken up and was conscious.
"Hey, why are you sweating this hard?" Daisy asked him.
"I got your message," Silver replied.
"And that's why you ran all the way here like a thirsty man in search of water?" Daisy asked, her eyebrows arched in surprise.
"Where is he?" Silver asked.
"In his ward, but first of all why did you run here?" Daisy asked her voice in a teasing tone.
"Can we go now?" Silver asked impatiently.
"Okay, okay, let's go," Daisy told him.
They went to the ward together, Steele was sitting up and one of the witches was examining him.
"Are you okay?" Silver asked.
Steele looked up and didn't reply.
"We will give you some privacy," Daisy told him as she left the ward along with the witch.
Steele and Silver were left alone in the ward.
Steele stood in the entrance awkwardly twisting his fingers.
He didn't know what to say.
"Why are you standing there?" Steele asked him.
"I...I...I" Silver stuttered.
"You didn't stutter back at the fortress when you asked for me to be your slave." Steele reminded him.
"I don't stutter normally only when I am nervous." Silver managed to reply.
"Why are you nervous? Do I make you nervous?" Steele asked in a confused tone.
"Yes." Silver admitted in a quiet tone.
Steele stared at the man in front of him in even more confusion. Was he mad?
How could he admit to his slave that he made him (the master) nervous? Steele had never heard of such a thing.
Or was this how werewolves in packs behaved?
"Why do I make you nervous?" he asked.
"Well, to start with, you are way bigger than me."
"but I don't have the added power of my wolf; I am just an ordinary human."
"Well, you still look dominating." Silver retorted.
"I assure you, master, I won't try to dominate you or disrespect you," Steele assured him.
Silver held up his hands to stop him.
"No...no, don't call me master." he objected.
"OK, what do the other slaves call you?" Steele asked.
"I don't have other slaves. You are the first slave I have ever had."
"I see, so what do the other slaves in this pack call their master."
"We don't have slaves in this pack, we do have help who are paid and well taken care of, and they usually address their employers by their names or titles."
"So what is your title?" Steele asked.
"Well I am the son of the Alpha, so the helps usually address me by Young heir."
"Then I would call you that too, young heir."
Silver smiled at him, "I would prefer you call me by my name though. It's Silver."
"But that wouldn't be proper, I am your slave."
"Heh, I am not really into the whole slave thing," Silver said dismissively.
Steele's eyebrow furrowed in confusion.
"Then, why did you ask for a slave?"
"I just needed to save your lives. That was the only way Alpha Drew would let you guys go."
"What if we wanted to die?" Steele asked him.
"Why would anybody want to die?" Silver asked.
"Well in some cases, death can be a much welcome development than life," Steele remarked.
"Would you have preferred to die?" Silver asked him.
Steele studied the young man in front of him.
He couldn't understand him or his motives. He claimed he didn't want a slave. And he simply wanted to save them.
But, his father was an Alpha. One of the main Alphas who had led the attack on the fortress.
He didn't know what to make of Silver yet, he was a mystery. But he would try to play along to find out what he wanted.
"Please let me call you young heir too," he told him.
Silver sighed, "Okay, fine, you can call me young master, but eventually,y, you will soon be calling me by name."
Steele didn't reply to him. It was either Silver was delusional or had a secret plan.
DEEP VOID
Storm had just finished his duties when he got a message that Bella wanted to see him at the healing center.
He changed his outfit and freshened up a little before riding over there.
She was outside when he got there.
"Hey," he said, a big smile on his face as he handed her a flower he had picked from the garden on his way.
"Why are you giving me a flower?" she asked.
"I just saw it and thought of you."
"Ah! I see."
"So why did you want to see me? Missed me already?"
She rolled her eyes.
"The man you brought here has woken up," she informed him.
"So? You could have told him to find his way to the pack house."
Bella gaped at him in disbelief.
"Are you serious Storm? The man you brought here, all bloodied and unconscious, is awake. And you want me to just send him on his way to the pack house by himself?" she asked.
"I don't understand Bella; he is a slave, not an esteemed visitor. What else do you want me to do? Throw petals on the floor for him."
"You are beyond reasoning with, every day, you must prove that....." she trailed off.
"Prove what?" he asked.
"prove that you are just like your father." she fired at him.
If Storm was hurt by her statement, he didn't show it.
"So? I am my father's son, aren't I?" he asked with a shrug.
She shook her head, obviously frustrated by him.
"He is in his ward, he is ready for discharge. Try not to kill him," she told him.
"He is of much use alive than dead," he replied.
She slammed the flower against his chest as she walked off in anger.
Storm sighed, that had gone wrong quickly. Anytime he spent with Bella, it always seemed to end up this way.
He shook his head as he went to the ward.