Smirking, Titus appraised the wolf. “You learned a lesson, albeit not the right one. The right one has to do with respect for your superiors, both in status and in species. Yes, I am old enough to be your grandfather, which means I’ve been perfecting my craft since before your parents were born. Kid.” Removing the pin from behind the face of the watch, Titus held it up so the other could see. “It’s a variant of the drug morphine. Specially made for wolves. Before you ask, no it won’t kill you, but it will make you pass out long enough that if I wanted to, I could kill you.” He smiled. How the head witch wished Rose were here, she’d be enjoying the little display. She’d probably want to make him one of her minions. Sighing, he put the watch back on his wrist. “Though, killing you would spoil my fun.” Release your claws into your wrist, without screaming. “You’ll notice: I could just force you to apologize… I just want you to mean it.”
Zac scoffed “yeah right” He was so done with this guys magic show but he knew he had gotten himself into it. He was always putting himself in the shit even though he tried to hard to stay away from it. “I don’t respect witches. Never have and never will, mate. It will never happen” He tried calming his heart rate down but it was racing too fast. Zac could smell the drug from where he was sitting and even from a distance it was making him feel lightheaded. “Well isn't that clever” he quipped. Zac’s breath caught in his throat as those words were spoken. Fun? What fun? what else was he gonna be put through?
Completely silenced and controlled Zac winced, grunting in pain as his claws ripped through his flesh drawing blood which started to seep onto his jeans. A small tear rolled down the side of his cheek as he forcibly held back his scream. He shot death glares at the man with yellow eyes. He would not apologize.