Jace Moonville stared at the massive wolf lying on the floor, looking strangely calm despite being trapped. It was unsettling to see how the wolf seemed completely unbothered by his own captivity.
Jace, on the other hand, was still trembling from the wolf's overwhelming power, even though he stood safely outside the fiercely glowing cage. His hand shook so badly that the water the witch had given him nearly slipped from his grip.
He clutched the vial tighter, trying to steady himself, afraid the liquid might spill over his fingers and burn him.
Just then, a low, deep voice rolled through the room, echoing off the walls and he froze.
"What is your name?"
Jace flinched violently. His whole body jerked as his ears rang with disbelief. For a moment, he could only stare, wide-eyed. Wolves didn't speak when in their true form. It wasn't possible. But he was sure-absolutely sure-that the voice had come from the beast inside the cage.
