Possessing My Alpha: The Silver Run Series
I say, as my brain catches up to his words, my fingers stopping as I turn my chair to face Theo's smug expression, "are you saying we are immune to sliver and wolfsbane?"
"Not completely immune," Theo shrugs, "but we have a damn high tolerance. Enough to handle those cells," he says, grabbing the keyboard from in front of me before typing a few keys and pulling up a building plan for state-of-the-art cells. Leaning in to look closer at the plans, I see there is silver embedded into every conceivable surface.
"Holy fuck, that's barbaric," I murmur as I examine the blueprints of the space. Noticing that each cell is temperature controlled, with an air vent reminding me of the gas chambers used
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