His face melted into a frown as she turned around and left. He was left to himself in this room on his own. Sure, he made light of such things. In his lifetime, he found life and even death itself trivial. What mattered in the world when you killed your own wife and lost everything? Needless to say, he was not born with his silken seats. Everything he had stolen. Well, prior to that, he earned through hard work before even becoming an alpha. He wasn't even from a rich family. Most werebeasts were not rich, especially during the war.

He let her go. Let her explore the mansion on her own, if that's what she wished. But that would mean he would be left to his own devices for the day. As much as he tried, at least she would know the place somewhat. She would have to get used to her new home, Farkas thought. These things, they always took time. But now she would neither have to scrub a floor or wonder where her next meal is coming from, so hopefully she could become more accustomed to this mansion. They were always defiant at first, but he has seen this many times. Although, she has been rather kinder than most, despite what happened today. That man though... Rad, she called him. He would pay. That was the source of all of her hatred toward him. When he was gone, she would only have Farkas to call. He could turn a man into something else when they broke. She would see how disgusting he would become. She would hate him. Despise him. Farkas knew that if the man most likely revealed a deep dark secret somewhere that it would be enough to turn her against him. He would find this man.

Smirking, Farkas turned, leaving the room as well. He had work to do. Even though he had no servants, he would have to search on his own. But not yet. Lest he leave the mansion she may be able to find a way out as well, and he couldn't let that happen. Instead, he made his way toward the traps, to make sure that they were working.

[END]