The Alpha King's Breeder
It’s unnerving, honestly, because his tone doesn’t match his stern face and heavily tattooed hands and neck.
I lick my lips and sink onto my usual stool, pulling Ian’s unfinished necklace toward me. “They called to me.”
“I thought so.”
I dip my fingers into a bowl of flaked silver shards, which turn to balls of liquid in the palm of my hand, which I’ll form into beads shortly, once it cools enough to take shape. Ryatt watches with interest, stepping closer to the table. “I’m plating the silver in iron with nickel alloy, like the Ghost gloves. Ian won’t feel the silver. It won’t hurt him at all, but the silver will prevent him from shifting into his wolf form. It should… snap him right out of
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