There is no response, but why would there be?
While I gave out my warning, I watched as the boy wobbled between his shifts, neither of which could decide on who to be, his human or wolf form.
“What is your name?” I ask carefully, floating the question to him while he remains blinded by the materials around him.
I can feel the crackling in his mind while his colorless eyes shift around in the darkness, afraid of what it is he’s hearing. My hand rests now on the lock, the evidently silver alloy burns in my hands, just slightly. I imagine it’s enough to bind him to it, enough to make him force the shifting to bite at his skin less no matter the pain it takes to do even that.
Quickly, I overpower the strength of the lock crumbling it as if it were nothing.
The newness of it is both equ
