Aspen Steele

With her lips pursed, Aspen then let out a sigh, "and how was I suppose to know that?"

…what’s wrong with you?

What’s wrong? Do you even know what tonight is, Aspen?

"Anyway, I gotta get these back," he told her, picking up the files. For a moment, Michael paused, but he didn’t really know why. "See ya around, Aspen."

"I'll be here."

Because I give more of a fuck about you than myself.

...what's wrong with you?

She was one of the omegas Michael had taken out his rage on a thousand times. “I think she’s claimed at the moment,” he added.

Aspen hummed with a small head nod, "oh."

"Mikaela Martinez," he read aloud. "Still alive, age 47, werewolf. Oh yeah, I know who this one is."

Aspen shrugged and shook her head, idly picking at her blanket, "no idea..

"Good," Michael said. He placed the file aside and reached for the next one. 

Aspen nodded, "wh-what about that one?" she asked softly hoping he'd ignore her if he decided to.

Michael didn’t agree or disagree. “Feeling better?” He finally asked.

She let out a heavy exhale through her nose, "yes, Sir.." she only half lied-- she was feeling better, much better... but she wasn't the Aspen he had grown to know anymore. Now, she remembered her place, and why she was there..

Michael sighed, trying to reel in his annoyance. The full moon was close and with everything else that’d gone on lately, he was more on edge than usual. “It’s fine.”

She just nodded before speaking, "I deserved it."

"I don’t know, maybe because there’s a shit ton of files and I didn’t want to drag the whole filing cabinet out here?" He snapped.

Instantly her eyes fell back down to the ground, her shoulders curling forward -- "so--sorry, Sir.."

"I don’t know if I’ve got yours," he said, still looking over the file in his hand.

Her eyebrows furrowed and she looked up from the floor slightly, "why wouldn't you have it?"

Michael decided not to ask about it, tossing Harrison’s file aside and grabbing a new one.

She paused, "what does mine say?"

"Says he had quite a temper," he added, moving to the next page.

Aspen let out a small, unintentional scoff, "tell me about it."

"Had a few run ins with him?" The wolf asked, chuckling. His eyes stayed on the file.

"Yes, Sir.. A few..." she nodded, staying in her spot.

Michael nodded, lifting the file to show her the large red ‘DECEASED’ across the front. “Yep. Slit throat.”

She muttered under her breath, "he was annoying anyway..."

"Uhhh," he flipped back to the front, looking at the tab, "Harrison Colt."

"Didn't they...you know... kill him like three months ago?"