I didn't want to be known as of Renai's spitting image, at least in personality wise. Momma was a royal bitch, to put it lightly. She was why I had so many issues with father, and I wished I had learned better before now. Just the idea that I had lost out on years of knowing my father really sucked, it always put a damper on my mood. My only hope was that eventually father would be magnanimous about the whole thing, and be able to start fresh. I couldn't ask for him to forgive me right off the bat, but then again, I couldn't expect anything but hope. I wasn't sure what the whole imprint thing was, and I guess if I had lived here when I was younger and had been cooperative, I would have learned about them. But, being on my own and being as reclusive as I had, I never heard about imprints, not often at least, maybe once or twice I heard the word when passing a pair of wolves, but I never hung around to listen to their words. So in a nutshell, I didn't know what it was about imprints that made them so special or what it had to do with me, but I supposed Underidge would tell me, possibly?

It seemed more and more that he was getting irratated with me, or at least so it seems to me. But theres a side of me that revels in the idea that me merely being myself sent him into a frenzy. Kinda....interesting, if you wanna think of it that way. I laughed, my eyes rolling as he told me to stop. Oh man, he was worse than I thought. Even father didn't tell me to stop, at least, not lately. He told me it alot as I was younger, but at my age? Not so much. He seemed to be really pissed off at me, but then he spoke again. It means you are mine The words sent a chill through my veins. He seemed more possessive than I believed before, and maybe that would give an ordinary girl a cause to pause, but not me.

"I don't belong to anyone." I couldn't help the snarky words that slipped from my lips as I stared at him. If he thought that was the way to get me to let him 'control' me, he had another thing coming. i watched him as he paced, wondering just what was going on in that mind of his, and why he was so frantic. I wanted to dig deeper, to see exactly what was going on with him, but at the same time, I wondered if father trusted him, and if so, then why. Maybe I'd have to see where this took us, and how to approach the subject of Underidge with father.