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This was the problem with trying to fool fellow wolven: they were too smart, too used to the ways of the Silverthorn to fall for such a bland story. Az's expression remained unchanged throughout Phillipe's speech, but inside he was getting excited. Those who caused trouble were always the first to go, because their rantings killed the illusion of trust and safety that allowed this entire operation to work. Of course, they'd have to taste his blood first to see if it was even worth butchering him for a meal. Why do the work when you can't even eat it? The girl, on the other hand, she was definitely edible.

"You challenge me rather easily," Az mused with a delighted, ominous smile, "considering where you now stand in my territory." He paused to consider them for a moment. "I am more than aware that you are bonded," he continued, "which is interesting considering your opposing heritages, but regardless I do not make the rules - the Master does. Celibacy is not the issue, it is simply a rule from the Master. If you wish to speak to him, your meeting may go more favorably knowing you followed the rules."

Truth be told, it was simply much easier to deal with prisoners when they didn't have each other to lean on for support. Separating them also made for more fun beforehand. Az could feel himself salivating. The wolfen could be drugged and taken to the women; the genetics of the pack had become too weak to successfully breed, so any captured wolven was usually kept until they provided viable offspring. They could kill him later, considering he was less likely to cooperate. Ah. There were so many more things they could do to the human. Fear, pain, humiliation - those expressions would look lovely on her speckled cheeks. And then, when they were finished with her, she'd made a decent meal.

"If you feel so inclined, you may keep a weapon on your person." Az's sharp green eyes flickered from Phillipe to stare holes into Ada. "It would seem that your beloved is a little too protective. We mean you no harm, but if he continues to act in such a way we will see it as a threat." His smile disappeared and he returned his attention to both of them. "A small meal will be prepared for you for lunch. Please do not leave this Den unless accompanied. We will collect you when the Master is available."

Ada watched Az leave, her chest tight. "Maybe you shouldn't have been so harsh," she said warily while dropping the majority of her belongings upon a table. "Something is wrong with this place. Did you see the way he was looking at me?" A shiver passed through her and, trying to calm her nerves, she chose a room off to the left of the entrance. The room was small, but a proper bed sat upon the floor. Overjoyed at the sight she rolled down into the bed, rubbing her face into the clean smelling sheets. "Now this is more like it," she purred happily.