Free Luna Grey by Emily Fox Page A

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    “That’s it?”
Eric raised an eyebrow.
    “Give her
toilet paper as she needs it. That’s about it, not too difficult I
hope,” he grinned before taking a swig out of his bottle. “Now, you
best make her some dinner. Keys for the basement are by the fridge,
everything should be pretty easy to figure out from there,” and
with that said, Craig strode back into the living room, leaving
Eric to come up with a dinner meal for their ‘guest’.

    Eric unlocked
the door to the basement and flicked the light on before he tromped
down the stairs.
    He held a plate
with a few heated up slices of pizza on it. He hadn’t checked with
the others, already knowing that they’d frown on his choice of
meal.
    Eric drew in
the scent of the musty basement, and sighed as he spied the large
cell at the far end.
    He had always
hated the dark, dingy basement on their family trips. He still
remembered when he’d first asked his brothers what the cell was for
when he was just a small boy.
    Brent had
laughed and said it was for him when he didn’t behave, whereas
Craig said it was for any rogue werewolf that they found on their
land.
    They owned
thousands of acres here in the mountains, and they spent most
holidays here where they could shift and roam freely.
    Eric had grown
up under the impression that pureblood werewolves were somewhat
royal, which was what his family was.
    But he’d always
hated this ‘tradition’ of theirs ever since he’d heard Brent
bragging about his ‘catch’.
    He smiled sadly
as he approached the cell and knelt down. The woman inside the cell
skittered back onto her bed, staring at Eric with wide, terrified
eyes. He could only imagine what she’d been through being sold on
the black market.
    He frowned
softly as he took in her small frame. She was undernourished but
not too skinny, but she certainly needed a shower. She was covered
in dirt and her hair was tangled, and he pictured how his father
and brothers probably dragged her down here. Her flimsy, once white
dress was torn and dull, and he wondered how long she’d gone
without a shower. He drew in a breath, taking in her feminine
fragrance and her pureblood scent.
    “What’s your
name?” he murmured as he slipped the plate through the slot at the
base of the door.
    “Dad doesn’t
want us to talk to her,” Craig appeared at the top of the stairs.
“Don’t forget her purpose.”
    Eric clenched
his jaw and the woman whimpered softly as she huddled on her bed.
He took in the small cell, the toilet at one end and a sink with
soap. He noted the almost finished toilet roll and took in her bed.
She had a plump pillow thankfully, but the thin sheet for a blanket
would not be enough for the cold nights they’d get here even if she
was a ‘wolf.
    He turned on
his heels and gave a frustrated sigh as he headed back up the
stairs to get more toilet paper.
    He took some
from the basket in the main bathroom and headed back down, ignoring
Brent’s calls at how ‘fuckable’ she looked.
    He hated the
way his brother looked at women, and his blood boiled at what this
woman would endure. What his family had planned for her, their
‘tradition’. It was something he had never been proud of or found
any satisfaction in knowing.
    Eric found
himself standing before the cell, and he clenched the toilet roll
in his hand as he fumed. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been standing
there raging inside at his family’s tradition and ways, but the
woman was chewing slowly as she stared at him cautiously. She’d
snatched the plate up at some point and now eyed him with interest
as he stood before her.
    “Here,” he
sighed and slipped the roll between the bars, feeling sorry for the
woman within. He stared at her, imagining what she must be feeling,
and his gut twisted in shame as he looked down.
    He didn’t
understand the ways of his people sometimes. This woman didn’t
deserve this. He had no idea who she was or what sort of life she’d
lived, but now