Raiden was already building a reputation though he’d not been at the castle long. It never took long for whispers to be uttered of him and slaves to make themselves scarce when he was around or at least try to. If Raiden wanted one, with his senses and tacking ability he’d find them eventually. The castle was big, but not that big. He’d hunted and tracked people across the world. Doing it in a limited space was a cake walk. He’d been perusing the slave files because he could. The human eluding him well enough it was still alive, for now, though in it’s defense he wasn’t looking that hard and kept getting side tracked with all the other opportunities presenting themselves. Despite hating wolves, he had a nice selection of bitches at the castle.
Tossing the files back in the drawer he closed it and headed out of the office and into the undercroft. He’d found a slave he wanted for the evening. Another, of many, he’d brought to the castle. The joy in those that he both brought to the castle and now was able to force into submission and Raiden loved submissives. He was sure he’d spotted the slave a couple times in the undercroft, but something else always caught his eye or needed his attention and the minx would be gone before he was able to react. This time though Raiden was focused and when he wanted something he always got it.
He stalked through the undercroft knowing the leopard was there, somewhere. It didn’t take too long with him actually looking for the shifter to find it on a couch reading a book. It’s eyes shifting up to him as he walked in the room. “You.” Raiden barked at the slave. “Come.” He demanded.
