"Move, Gray Wolf."
"The Lord is waiting."
Angry's voice echoed once more, snapping Silver back to reality.
The werewolf reluctantly continued walking.
'I understand now...'
'I understand perfectly what the Shadow Sect is trying to do.'
The werewolf growled inwardly as he advanced.
This was their way of imposing dominance upon him.
A method designed to make him understand exactly where he stood—
and to crush any unnecessary thoughts before they could even form.
They knew his race possessed extraordinary senses capable of detecting auras with unnatural sensitivity.
And they had exploited that fact perfectly.
Despite the overwhelming pressure crushing him from all sides, Silver walked proudly onward while being guided by two guards.
One smiled constantly.
The other looked permanently sorrowful.
The march lasted several minutes.
