In My Defense

Silver:

I watched in horror as Gwyddion desperately pleaded for his life at the Alpha's feet. I couldn't tell if Damon meant to punish him or not, but I had known the Alpha long enough to know he was an impulsive person. He could sentence Gwyddion to death if he remotely suspected him of something and no one would question him.

"Why do you have potions that can end my life stacked away in your lair?" Alpha Damon asked with venom dripping from his voice.

"My Lord. I am a druid and like all other sorcerers, I was taught to mix and create potions. I have every potion known to man, both helpful and dangerous," Gwyddion explained. I cringed inwardly, because he seemed to be making matters worse for himself without knowing.

"That's what I want to know. Why do you have dangerous potions randomly lying there? Why don't you just have the helpful ones?" The Alpha seethed.

Gwyddion lifted his head, but the rest of his body was still pressed to the ground. This was the first time I had ever se