CHAPTER 59: SNARL

Even at six foot four and muscularly built, he was no match for three other werewolves,

especially with two of them shifted. I always thought the laws were dumb! Snarl thought grimly, but

for the first time, he absolutely loathed them and the fact that if he broke them, he would risk his place

as the next second of the Lauchair's pack.

Mind racing, Snarl tried his hardest to think of just how the hell he was supposed to get out of

this situation without shifting. It came to him almost immediately. “I can’t exactly deliver a message

unless you let me go,” he pointed out, trying to keep his voice calm and neutral. He could feel claws

pinching the skin of his wrist and knew that if he riled them up, the werewolf at his back would have

no trouble inflicting some pretty nasty wounds before he could manage to get away.

“Yes, well, we need to be sure you understand the weight of the message,” the werewolf’s

voice grew deep and low, almost a whisper. Yet it was just as menacing as ev