[NOUR]
(Still flashback, years ago)
"Sire," Nour responded, a little too meekly than even he thought was possible. He could feel his throat itching, and his breath was stuck in his lungs. He couldn't breathe, and he was suddenly so sure that he was done for.
Maybe he would die today, or maybe, just maybe, the young omega wolf was just being an over-dramatic piece of ass.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you," the voice said, and this time, Nour was certain that he was truly fucked. That was the voice of the junior warrior, Delbert Cornell.
Delbert Cornell never laughed or smiled at anyone. It was almost like he had a stick up his ass all the time. There were days when Nour prayed for Delbert's mate, because whoever that was, they would have to have a load of patience to deal with the barbaric man.
Frankly, compared to Grant, the chief warrior of Acrod, Nour believed that Delbert was the son of the devil. At least Grant smiled at them once in a while, right?
