Javier's anger remounted, and he tried to stand straight, but his legs were failing him. Even so, he still managed to say, "I will fucking kill you along with that wolfless!"
The person laughed. "I would gladly like to see you do it, because you won't be leaving this room alive today."
Javier's gold eyes darkened even more. "You fucking asshole, I will—"
Javier's words got stuck in his throat as the person raised his hand and a silver light, like smoke, came out and wrapped around Javier's neck, cutting off his windpipe. It lifted him off the ground, and his eyes turned wide in horror at the display of the unexpected ability.
An ability.
Not many werewolves possessed abilities. Only members of the Grim Pack carried abilities stolen from the sea creatures in the past and passed down through their bloodline from generation to generation.
So how had someone in Silver gained an ability? And this fucker of all people?
