“I finally caught you, rat. I’ve had my eyes on you for a while, but so far...” the elf who caught me pauses, his smile widening. “Scholar Farzan has kept me from doing pest control. Luckily for me, I was looking for a test subject today. You just volunteered.”
He leans over my kneeling form. My heart beats faster.
“Test subject? Testing what?” my wolf whimpers.
I’ve briefly met the Scholar before, but need no introduction. Other slaves have warned me of him and given him the name Master M, M as in Malicious. He loves the nickname so much that he introduces himself as Master M to other elves, especially if he deems them beneath him. I’ve avoided him at all costs, like most slaves do, but there is no hiding from him now.
I gulp and chance a glance up at the elf. His gray hair is greasy
