Aurelia'S POV
"Elder Garrick." Trevor greeted, making way for the elder as he slid the chair to a comfortable position.
He gestured for him to sit.
The elder's gaze lingered on me.
His face flat, his powdered brows furrowed before sitting.
Axel stood by his side, eyes watching me. Lust and victory in his eyes.
"Why is she chained?" Elder Garrick asked, his staff striking the ground in a beat.
"She's a tough one." Trevor answered. "Defiant and feisty."
"I see…" His voice trailed. "So why doesn't she want to be marked the right way?"
"The modern she-wolf believes she can go against traditions." Trevor answered, jaws flexing. "We must bend and break them before they multiply."
The elder hummed, his head nodding as he slouched into the wooden chair.
His gaze never left me, trailing.
