The female mongrel fell to the ground; face marred with deep wounds, a gift from the petite shewolf’s clawed hands. How delightful to have a huntress be brought to the Château. Galadrielle had seen the file in the Archives and purchased the female for one purpose; kill her. This women and others like her had fractured her mind, tortured her daily and tormented her every minutes, she held no compassion for their kin.

Day six and Galadrielle could only conclude that Dexter was a lovely Master. She had times went out when he was quite busy, but if not, she trained at his gym. She was a skilled fighter, yet had always favoured martial arts such as jiu jitsu and combining it with gymnastic movement to maximise her fluidity when fighting. But being Dexter’ slave, she found herself curious in practising the technique he excelled in; boxing.

Angry claws ripped through the mongrel’s throat as her gaze rose to the one drawing closer, but for a moment. The petite she wolf loosened the grip she had upon the other’s hair and the mortal fell to the ground, bleeding out.

Galadrielle sat in a pool of blood; severed head before her feet and a headless corpse at her left. Her gaze rose to the one approaching. “Calen.” she greeted.

"Do you find my legs appealing, Calen?”

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