Derek chose to ignore the question and focus on the task at hand. "Do you understand the rules I've explained to you," he asks, claws still digging into the boy's throat.

The story of how his eyes turned from that beautiful gold to the piercing icy blue was something that he hated to think about, let alone tell. He wasn't about to spill his history and emotional past to a recently purchased slave. He didn't even talk about it with his family. Only his mother and uncle knew the truth.