The Silverwolf
He nodded and picked something up off a tray on a small rolling table.
He played with the object, it was small, I could tell that much, as he strode towards us. “And in those three years you’ve seen us shift, yes?” I whimpered but nodded. “So tell me Little Silver,” The Alpha crouched in front of me and I saw that he held a key. “Why don’t you show us your wolf?”
He grinned and reached out to snag the collar around my throat. The spikes bit into my neck, making me cry out in pain, and then it was gone. The Alpha stepped back, collar in one hand. He nodded, and his Beta hauled me to my feet.