Derek took a breath, wondering how he was going to explain it. He never really had to before, at least not to a slave. "My family are trainers. We take unruly slaves, train them better, break them if we need to," he says after clearing his throat.

He glances over to the pet next to him. "We train them better than they were before and sell them for a profit." But Stiles... Stiles was different than the last 4 slaves Derek had trained. This one had a fire inside him that he hadn't seen before in a slave. "However... I might have to keep you for myself."