"What would you want to be?" Derek countered. He studied her reactions, the way her pulse quickened as he moved closer, but he wasn't sure if it was fear or something else. "As a member of our pack you would need to earn your keep. A place could be found for you in the house, cleaning or cooking or providing...other services, as a personal slave." He met her eyes, eyebrow rising in question. "Could you see yourself submitting to Laura, or myself?"