Christoff
A growl rolled through my chest as I glared at the two rogues that stood outside my cell. “The alpha has requested you be moved. Now you can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way.” I growled again. “I don’t care what my brother wishes. I will not be taking orders from either of you.” Sighing, they opened the cell and walked inside, both of them grabbing me from either side. I did my best to fight back, but the two were freakishly strong. Or I was getting weaker. I didn’t know which was true, but I had suspected for weeks now that my food was being spiked with wolfsbane. But with no other option but to eat it, I had to endure the poison. Growling, I did my best to fight them off. My father growled from the cell across from mine. “I order you to unhand my son.” Both
