Zeke closed his eyes as he fought off another mental attack from his wolf. It had been more than twenty-four hours, but Shadow was determined. He kept clawing to get out, and all he could see in his head were the images of blood and severed limbs as Shadow showed him his intentions.
‘I will bathe in that wolf’s blood!’
‘And then you will condemn us both to death,’ he argued for the millionth time.
‘You have no idea what we are capable of. You’re weak. You are stronger than all of them, but you still hold us to their standards.’
‘The rules are there for a reason. We can’t break them just because you think this human is yours.’
That made Shadow go on another psychotic tirade that had him gripping the chains tightly even though he could smell his flesh burning.
Pain shot through every
