The sound of Nóttin’s voice was calming, but the words he spoke caused her to flinch. Silence lingered for a moment as Freya mulled her answer over, unsure what was correct to say—was there even a correct thing to say? How was she meant to explain it? What did she mean by pet? Sharply she swallowed, green eyes falling to their feet as she sought a distraciton.
With splayed ears, the woman’s refused to seek his gaze again.
The Saints… well…How was one meant to explain them and their ways?
They find wolves and they force them to come home, or… they trick you to follow them…She’d recalled how Jaxxon managed to trick her into following him. He was crying for help, for a healer to help his brother—she never got to see Āzon again…
The leaders—the brothers—take ownership of these individuals and dub them as pets… or slaves… Pets are less than members. We are watched and we have rules we must follow. It’s not uncommon for them to harm us, as they own us and it is their right,at least that is what she was taught while living with them for so long.
She was property, and Joxer owned her.
