“Look at what we have here,” I said, pushing the door open with a hand. Under the dim lighting, I counted around five rebels rummaging through the stuff in the study. They were all clad in black clothing from head to toe and their faces were covered in a way that only their eyes were revealed. Upon the announcement of our arrival, they paused and turned their heads to stare at us in shock. “You’re rebelling against the werewolves, right?”
“Human slaves,” one mumbled, recovering from his shock and stepping forward. It was a male, based on his physique. “I thought the Madden household didn’t have slaves”
I remember how surprised most of the werewolves were when they came over for a pack meeting weeks ago. For some reason, Alexander lived without a single human slave despite being an alpha.
