An enslaved pack ruled by a merciless dictator. A pack of assassins out for blood and revenge.
A lone wolf who can't find his place among any of it.
Through betrayal, binding pacts, and revolutionary acts, with more shadows looming between the tree...
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Everything was on fire. Just this time, it wasn't inside his veins. Jason had visited him a few times to try to help break the fever, and it had broken several times only to build back up again. Sweat coated Jrasic's body, seeping into his filthy clothes along with his blood. He couldn't feel his leg anymore, so he supposed that was good, although he was sure it wasn't.
Dregs of hazy sleep tried to claim his mind, but was instantly shattered when hands came to either side of his face. Not once had he slept in the past few days. Always awoken by someone or something. This time it was Sonya's face he opened his eyes to. He didn't have the strength to pull away.
"Hello, love," she murmured to him. "How are you? Is your collar too tight?" She slipped her hands to the spiked collar next and gave it a tiny tug. Even the slight movement sent the rear spikes into the back of his neck. When he didn't respond, she smiled at him and drew away again. "I brought a guest with me!" she announced next.
Brady was silent as he came into Jrasic's view, a white knuckled grip on the case he was carrying. The assassin met his gaze just once, before he turned his head to the side and remained silent.
Jrasic heaved a strained breath and watched Brady. "More...experiments?" he asked, the two words hardly making it out.
A sweet giggle came from Sonya and she curled a hand onto Brady's shoulder. "Something like that. I thought we'd have a bit of fun, you know? Test out something I've asked our friend here to work on." She turned her gaze onto Brady then, leaning into him. "Want to explain what you've made?"
Brady turned a hard gaze to Sonya, his jaw clenched as he clearly held back a retort. He had to turn his head away from them both again before he could speak. "It makes you more...susceptible to orders."
A wave of nausea forced Jrasic to close his eyes, and he only opened them when it passed once more. "What'll I be doing for you?" he asked.
"Oh won't that be the surprise!" Sonya said and finally twirled away from Brady. "Truth is, I haven't really decided yet." She waved a hand at Brady, motioning toward Jrasic.
With a small release of a breath, Brady set his case down and pulled a syringe from it. He walked to Jrasic and an apology lingered in his gaze when they met. The assassin pressed the needle into Jrasic's arm and stepped quickly away as soon as it was done.
Sonya released an excited giggle and wiggled her fingers at Brady. "Is it working yet, is it?" She studied Jrasic, though he just stared at Brady, finding it difficult to even keep his eyes open. Sonya frowned and turned her gaze to Brady as well. "Try it."
With a small grunt at her command, Brady crossed his arms. "Make a fist," he said to Jrasic.
Jrasic tipped his head at Brady and tried to bare his teeth instead. His breath caught as his muscles suddenly seized, and his arm went rigid. His fingers curled into his palm and he did exactly as Brady said.
