Scout’s POV
"Walk faster or I will drag you by your hair," the sentinel snarled.
His fingers clamped down on my bicep like iron pincers. He didn't care about the bruises he was leaving. Behind me, the other guard shoved me forward, his palm flat against my shoulder blade. They weren't just doing their jobs. They were enjoying this. Every time my feet stumbled on the uneven stone floor, they yanked me upright with enough force to rattle my teeth.
The silver shackles around my wrists were the worst part. They didn't just feel heavy. They felt alive and angry. A constant, searing heat radiated from the metal, biting deep into my skin. It felt like the silver was reaching inside me, trying to grab my wolf by the throat and squeeze. I could feel her whimpering, pacing in the back of my mind,
