The Art of Submission

"Girls I have told you for the hundredth time. Do not come with me to this pack. Arrow and I know what to expect," Arana reasoned. No lied. She had no idea what to expect from the notorious Bane pack.

She had only met one of the main pack members, War through her former pupil Pomelia. The sweet and bubbly girl was thrown into that pack along with a man who Arana feared was no good for her.

The fact was, was that looks and books could be heavily deceiving. War was a huge man. When she first saw him she had immediately thought back of to a tv show she used to watch before she became apart of the holy community. 'Odin.' It was about a group of violent, six foot and up Viking men pillaging throughout the olden world. Icy blue eyes, long blonde hair with a healthy full beard and that height. That height and body mass was enough to make Arana go on full alert.

When Sera had grabbed her and told her a man had Pomelia in his grasp she wasn't expecting a big blonde giant who had the eyes of a murderer and a puppy dog at the same time. Arana came to realize that War treated Pomelia well for the most part. She supposed she would see just how much the violent male changed since she would be living in a pack with them temporarily. She would be sure to intervene if he hadn't gotten his act together and that was a fact.

"No. Priestess Arana you cannot forbid us to go. The high priests say that we can make whichever decision we want."

"Yes and our decision is to follow you."

Leiko's big brown eyes were staring up at her with false determination. The novice was naive and young and didn't know anything about the world.

She glanced at Rosamie and frowned as she noticed the novice was frowning at her! These girls were ridiculous. They didn't know what they were asking nor did they know what they were getting themselves into.

Could Arana blame them? She always spoke to them
About speaking their minds, not letting anyone dull the sparkle inside of them. She was doing that very same thing but for a good cause! These girls grew up in the priesthood. Arana spent time in the outside world before making the decision that it was something more out there for her. That her life had meaning. She left turn world behind and gave up her freedoms to be here.

Now she was being thrust back into the same world which she rejected. Fate was cruel but just she supposed...

"Well since you girls have your minds all made up are you done packing? We leave in an hour or so." Both of them froze. Leiko tugged at the hair at the nape of her neck. She seemed the most excited.

She had Arrow give her a fresh haircut yesterday. Her hair has always been cut short but she supposed she was looking for a new style to go with a new place. Her sleek short hair was parted to the side and she kept tugging at the little hair that did fall on her forehead.

Rosamie on the other hand was not prepared at all. The young novice had covered herself head to toe. Only her eyes and a small part of her face could be seen.

"Rosamie you do not have to wear the full garb if you do not want to."

She gasped. "Priestess Arana you do not understand! What if they look at me? Ogle me? I do not want to be looked at in a lewd manner. I will simply faint!"

Arana refrained from rubbing her temples. Someone had the nerve to suggest Rosamie was not dramatic... "Rosamie honey, everyone outside of the pack is not looking to ogle you. Do you two remember Pomelia?"

"Oh yeah! She made awesome waffles."

Rosamie made a face. "She is mated to one of those men in that pack right? I heard he was a killer? Is that true, Priestess?" Arana wasn't going to lie to them but she also didn't want to petrify them even more about the pack.