Episode 3

...|| *Desmond Morris* ||...

I stared at Rachel, while my mind was in a whirlwind of confused thoughts. Her decision not to kneel and beg for forgiveness left me bewildered. How could she be so stubborn and convinced of her innocence? A wave of frustration and rage washed over me, but there was something about her courage that impressed me.

Her conviction left me speechless, as if what she said nullified my entire internal argument. I was caught between the responsibility of maintaining order in the tribe and doubts about whether she was really guilty. A flood of disturbing questions assailed me: What if I was making a mistake? What if she was innocent and being accused unfairly? These reflections clashed with my sense of duty.

"Since you leave me no choice, Rachel Gruden Montemayor, I, Desmond Morris Sildenafil, reject you as my moon, ending any relationship we may have shared."

Rachel faltered, as if my words suddenly hit her. I looked at her closely; her face reflected a deep sadness, and her eyes seemed to wait for a noble knight to rescue her from her anguish.

"Are you sure about what you've decided, Desmond?" she asked, avoiding looking me in the eye. "Is it really what you want?"

"You disgust me, Rachel. I couldn't rule the tribe with someone like you by my side. You've already passed your ninth birthday and haven't summoned your inner wolf once. I doubt you ever will."

"So that's all it is," she whispered, covering her face with her hands. "Understood. I, Rachel Gruden Montemayor, accept your rejection. From now on, I am disengaged from you."

What the hell is going on? How could she accept my rejection so nonchalantly? I found it impossible to accept that someone like her, who had always professed her love for me, could let me go like that. I couldn't accept it! How wasn't she fighting for what she feels?

I was about to let her go, but my inner wolf, hurt by her arrogance, cried out to be released. Instead of joy, a storm of emotions washed over me.

"How dare you talk to me like that?" I yelled at her. "Do you know how many she-wolves have lost their minds wanting to be my mate? Do you think you're so valuable that you can despise what I offer? You're crazy to question what many would give everything to have!"

Rachel remained silent, motionless as a statue. Her eyes, full of pain and defiance, launched a silent challenge. Inside me, the wolf stirred with fury, wishing to dominate her and force her to face the consequences of her audacity. It was an internal struggle between my basic instinct and the part of me that knew I should restrain myself.

"Guards!" I shouted. At that moment, five wolves entered the chamber, their eyes shining intensely. "Destroy this insolent woman's clothes and lock her in the dungeon, while she reflects on her actions. And if anyone dares to help her, cut off their head!" I ordered in a firm voice. The atmosphere filled with tension at my announcement, and the wolves prepared to carry out my orders.