~A duty~
~Harlow~
“Slaves are weak and pathetic.”
“Slaves don't deserve anything.”
“Slaves are born to be slaves, they don't deserve to love.”
With each word that pushed through my head, I slammed the wooden sword harder on a stash of straw I made in the stable. It's been a few days since the meeting at the throne room, and the Lycan king had been even more busy. His presence was as scarce as the deathly touch plant.
I'd finished up my chores quickly to step down and train for a while, and the stable seemed like the only safe place in the pack house. Each time I closed my eyes to sleep, the elder's words kept replaying before me like a song on repeat. I didn't want to be weak anymore. I didn't want to be regarded as the weak Omega wolf in the midst of Lycans. I wanted to earn the
