Wolf, Interrupted

            With every step that Jocelyn and her goons took towards Claire, Colin’s growl grew louder and louder. It rumbled the ground as Jocelyn opened the door to the cell, but it didn’t faze them. They could see his fangs drop, his eyes turn amber, and hear his bones crack as he tried to shift. But the enchanted silver cuffs around him did their job of protecting them. There wasn’t enough to hurt him the way the silver room in the packhouse did, but it was enough to bring him to his knees as he helplessly watched them pick her up.

            “What are you doing? Where are you taking her?” he growled, clutching his cracked ribs.

            Jocelyn turned on her heels and marched up to his door. One of the witches, the same one that had dropped the boulder onto Colin’s back, followed with a stony glar