Chapter 8“You.” Kymic pointed to Tony with an angry scowl. “Come with me.”
“Why?”
“You do not question,” the senior guard, and Cerdic’s friend at Stronghold, spat out. “When a guard gives an order, you follow it.”
“Yes, sir,” Tony replied with feigned meekness. He’d barely finished getting dressed when Kymic, accompanied by the guards who took the shifters to the mines, appeared. As he started after Kymic when he exited the bunkhouse, one of the guards stopped him with a hand to his chest long enough to snap on the requisite collar.
As soon as Tony was outside, Kymic gripped his bicep hard enough that Tony knew there’d be bruises from his fingertips, steering him away from the mines, heading into the small town where most of the north-western pack lived and the guards had their barrack
