Ivar
I was still contemplating when the smallest girl snapped her head up, her blazing eyes fixed on me. When she spoke, any thought I had of her being a mere child vanished.
The No Wolf Lands never ceased to amaze me.
“We’re not some dolls for you to dress up, Alpha,” she said. I certainly didn't expect her voice to be hoarse and bold. “We survive like this for a reason.”
Dolls? Did she just say dolls? I arched an eyebrow at her. “Bold words for someone standing on the edge of my mercy.” I stood, slowly descending the few steps of the dais. “You should consider yourself lucky to be picked.”
The tallest girl frowned. “And why is that?”
I glanced at Bram, but he shook his head. Not only had he delivered the goods safely, but he had also brought them in a clean slate—obliviou
