The last Guardian
But the silver shackles keep him caged deep within me, much like very single being trapped here, pure instinct reduced to a faint growl in the back of my consciousness.
The first guard stops abruptly, making me stumble to a halt. Ahead was a larger cage, standing apart from the others. Inside I notice three shifters,.. wolves, judging by their scent,… but they’re so beaten and frail it was hard to tell.
“This one goes here,” the first guard says, motioning to the cage.
“No,” I snarl, struggling against their grip.
The other guard presses a button on a device strapped to his belt, and the collar activates again. The pain is excruciating, but still I refuse to scream. Not here. Not in front of
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