The alpha’s Slave
It can't be, right?
Jared then reached out with an outstretched hand seeking to claw Silver in the face. It was then that Silver's movement suddenly changed from being defensive to what I had to liken to a graceful dance of death. All of a sudden, Jared's attacks were no longer connecting, always a hair's breadth away from making contact. Silver, however, had no trouble whatsoever in drawing blood, and he drew it in gushes. I could hear the flesh and fur parting beneath his claws and Jared's roars of pain. Jared tried for the takedown, but Silver simply pivoted and hammered him with the edge of his fist, caught him in the ribs hard enough to break one or two. It drove him sideways, and Silve
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