Thompson advanced swiftly toward me, and I saw the rage in his eyes for daring to answer him back. He raised his hand to slap me, and I saw my father stop it midair.
Drake: Careful, Alpha, this little one is under royal protection. If you touch her, you'll sign your own death warrant!
I heard the wolves murmur even louder, wondering if what my father had just said had any chance of being true. Thompson burst out laughing and looked at my father in disbelief.
Thompson: Her! Under royal protection? Nice try! She's just a useless, wolf-less slave! As soon as that cheap knight was done playing with her, he passed her on to you, and from what I can see, now the two of you are sharing her.
He took another step toward me and spat in my direction.
Thompson: She's nothing but a piece of trash.
