The moment we walked into Silver's room I took of the collar and tossed it toward his dresser. I rubbed at my neck with a frown, "I swear If you make me put that on again I'm going to kill someone, most likely you. Why the hell do you even have that?" I peeked back at him over my shoulder.
Silver shot me a guarded look before moving deeper into his room and away from me, "When I was younger I had a much harder time maintaining control of my wolf. I hurt quite a few people. So my father made me wear that until I learned control. It was a painful childhood let's just say that—" I felt my heart clench in my chest as I watched his back as stopped in front of a closed door. He opened it and flicked on a light, "This is the bathroom." He quickly changes the subject.
I want him to talk to me ab
