John’s mouth dropped open. “No! This isn’t—listen to me, it’s not true!” His voice rose in desperation, but before he could say more, the guards stepped forward.
The silver chains rattled as they dragged them out. Thick, heavy, biting. They looped them around his arms and legs, the cruel gleam of silver catching the sun. John’s cries turned into growls of pain as the metal burned his skin. Still, the guards were merciless. They shoved him forward, forcing him toward the center of the pack’s gathering grounds where a large cage sat waiting. It was built for wolves, but now it was for him. They threw him inside, the bars clanging shut behind him, and locked it.
The whispers grew louder, spreading like wildfire from one person to another. “The Alpha is in chains…” “Betrayal…” “How could he…
