The hunt would happen no matter how much she fought against them. Her father’s ranch in Illinois was large enough that no one around would hear the howl or screams that happen during the hunt. Tonight Nix would try again to get through to her father to see her point of view. He hadn’t run down her mother to claim her. No one wanted to go against her father to have the reward of the Alpha’s daughter. Nix wasn’t that lucky it would seem. The pack had at least six men that happen to be Alpha enough to take her down, but not enough to take on her father. Nix took a deep breath before she entered her father’s office. The carpet ended at the door, her shoes squeaked when she moved across the wood floor. “Nix you really should be getting your rest for the hunt.” Why did he want her to go through such a horrible tradition? Nix put all the steel she could in her back when she spoke. “I won’t go through with this hunt,” she felt a slight quiver in her words. It wouldn’t work she already knew she had failed yet again. This man wouldn’t take a woman’s word over tradition even if that tradition might kill Nix. Women didn’t have a place in the pack; they were brood mares to the men a way to further their lines. “You will do as I tell you to do. Don’t think you are big enough to take me on.” When her father stood up she looked him in the eyes. Lower status shifters didn’t look alphas in the eyes; it was a sign of disrespect to their Alpha. Nix had to do something to get him to understand that she wouldn’t go through with this? Her mother had told her over and over to leave it alone. That her father knew what he was talking about. Easy for her to say when she didn’t have to go through being attacked by more than one man. ow.ly/uQyba
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