Chapter thirty-five:

TALON's POV I had taken a good look at the aristocratic parts of the pack, and as usual they fared well and cared less about the people of lower standards. I noticed that they were oblivious of Gaius, and the alpha’s plans. The daughters of the aristocrats tried to suck up to me. I knew what was on their minds, probably rejecting their mates if I showed as much as a little bit of interest. That was the way they worked. Fathers could marry off their daughters to rich alphas, betas and the likes regardless of if their daughters liked it or not. It was a done deal, as long as the rich alpha wanted the girl. I was done with the aristocratic parts, and I moved towards the poor part of the pack, deciding to pass through the market. A figure in a cloak bumped into me, “Sorry.” A small voice muttered. I looked back, to take a look at the suspicious figure. The figure was small, and was dressed in black from head to toe, and the voice sounded female-like. A piece of potato lay near my feet, and