RYKER'S POV
“Silver?” Sam whined in my head at the thought. It was what most wolves feared the most. The pain of silver burns more than the hot rod used in hitting me.
Collins dragged me up from the floor and wrapped his fingers around my neck. “Should I drop the silver here or…” he said, his fingers trailing to my little man, making me shudder at the thought of silver around it.
Collins caught the fear in my eyes and chuckled. “What? Are you scared?” he mocked, his eyes drifting to the silver placed on a platter like food meant to be eaten. The silver was woven into a necklace, and Collins picked it up slowly with his gloved hands. His expression darkened and I could tell the silver was burning his palm even with the gloves on.
That was how dangerous silver was.
Collins tied it aro
