It had been hours since Ingrid first struck me with that needle. I don’t know what was worse. The silence, the stiff uncomfortable table or the constant slow burn in the veins from the silver. I could feel it drain my energy level just a little but it wasn’t enough to worry me, so I kept quiet about it.
“Kyle, how do you feel?” Ingrid eventually asked, breaking the silence.
“Fine. Why?” I responded unfazed . But she didn’t answer me.
“And Alpha Frederick?” She asked my father.
“Annoyed.” He responded gruffly.
I tried so hard not to roll my eyes.
“Okay, well, I think it’s well and truly been long enough” Ingrid explained. “I’m now going to start the ritual aspect. It shouldn’t take too long, a little less than an hour perhaps. Once I’m done, I will ask you again how you are both
