Larentia looked up to see Beartooth standing over her. "You're not keeping them. I'm holding to my promise, they're going to be forged as my children and mine alone. I hold no love in my heart for you. And once they are ripped from you after they don't need you, you will be used again and again by my men. I acquired a new one, but I don't quite know yet if you're even his type." She watched as he smirked. "What names do you curse them with, slave?" Larentia glared up at Beartooth. If you must know, I was thinking of naming this one Raven. It's not set in stone, of course-if you don't like the name, feel free to offer an alternative. She slid the pups over to a smoother part of the earth beneath them. She paid little attention to them as they slowly began to nod off. I couldn't care less what you think of me. Do what you wish, my heart isn't with you anymore. I don't want to be toyed around with, and I certainly don't want to be w h o r e d around with either. But since you so blatantly disregard that, here, here I am, the pack w h o r e ready for use. Larentia's snarl was a terrifying thing, screwing up her face into a picture of anger and not beauty. I could not care less what you do. It was true. Larentia had finally stopped,  well, feeling. All she felt was a cold block right where her heart beat in time with the tongue-lashing she'd just given to a man who could rip her throat out right here.