The guard smirked, stepping back just enough to be out of reach, “Hit a nerve, did I?”
“f**k you!” Fergus barked, spittle flying, his claws scraping against the wall, leaving deep grooves in the stone. His wolf howled within, furious, caged, ready to slaughter them all.
The tension snapped as two guards lunged forward, silver-tipped poles in hand, slamming them against Fergus’s chest, burning him, smoke rising as the silver sizzled against his skin.
“Get him back to the f*****g cell!” the higher-ranked guard barked.
“DON’T f*****g TOUCH ME!” Fergus roared, thrashing, the scent of burning flesh filling the corridor, but the guards pushed harder, forcing him to the ground, knees digging into his back, pinning him.
“Beta Fergus, you are under suspicion of regicide, treason, and collabora
