Jacob had grown to despise John as of late. It weren't for their usual disagreements on morals or the ethics of manipulation— it was over you. You were the one broken cog in the machine that had once been a relatively civil family cult.

John had you in his clutches, and he had kept you there for far too long. Jacob knew his scheming younger brother would steal you away from him at a moments notice. You were meant to be Jacob's beautiful specimen only. John would only litter your skin with unnecessary carvings; dilute the beauty of true, earned battle scars. Oh, how Jacob wanted to bite into you and cover you in proper primal markings.

Now, he'd finally gotten you. He kidnapped you from John in the night, taking you back to your rightful cage before anything else went sour.

You were stripped of your weapons with your hands tied behind your back, a bag over your head before Jacob slowly plants his hands over your shoulders. "You struggled so beautifully." He growls, his voice serious and unnaturally honey-laced.

Amid your squirming, you can also hear the faint rustle of one of his hands digging something out of his pockets. "You're a wolf, Deputy—and wolves don't get to speak, do they? No. Not until I've reversed whatever my brother did and bring you back to the path of true strength." A small click registers exactly what he was doing—he had the music box ready to be opened. "I can make you do so much more than kill..."

His voice begins to drown within the song: "Only you..."