The Reserve

Years alone-until they tossed a human into his cell. No words. No reason.
The Reserve - that's what they call the facility where captured wolves are kept. Officially, it exists for "research and diplomatic purposes," but everyone knows the truth. It's a prison. Insurance, in case things go bad again.

He walks toward me and I stop crawling, still on my hands and knees. His chains rattle when he comes closer, and just before he reaches me, they pull tight. He can't take another step.

He growls and angrily pulls on them.

The growl should make me crawl backwards, but it doesn't. Instead, I realize he's as trapped as I am.

"You sure you want to take a step closer?" He sounds almost curious now, like he's genuinely interested in what I'll do.

"Just a little more, and there will be nothing that will protect you from me."

I look up at him from the floor, craning my neck back.

He looks merciless, cold. Strong and powerful even in chains.

"Water," I repeat, this time looking up at him and holding his gaze while still on my knees.

He raises his eyebrows, looking down at me, not blinking once."Ordering me now?" He tilts his head slightly, focusing on me.

This is the second book in the series (The Communicator), but it can be read on its own. Please don't expect anything perfect just yet-it's a first draft and still a work in progress :)