ERON
"For the last time, we're not going to execute you," I said, pinching the bridge of my nose as the rogue wolf snarled through his muzzle restraint. "If we wanted you dead, don't you think we'd have done it already?"
The wolf—a scrawny guy who couldn't be much older than me—thrashed against his silver chains, eyes flashing amber with defiance.
"Mmmph grrr mmmph," he eloquently replied.
"Yeah, well, same to you, buddy," I muttered, nodding to Marcus to remove the muzzle. "Try to bite me, and I'll knock out every tooth in your head. Got it?"
The moment the restraint came off, the rogue spat on the concrete floor. "I'd rather die than be 're-educated' by your dictator pack," he snarled, making air quotes with his chained hands.
"Lucky for you, it's not your call," I replied, slouchi
