Aneela
The two guards never left her side after they put the collar on her neck and watched her get shocked with it again and again. Silver Eyes, Damien, stepped back after she yielded, and never looked at her again, never said a word.
His arousal, unlike Aneela’s, was gone and suddenly she hated him for it, not Ambrose. She hated how weak these damn drugs made her, how without her wolf her body was not stronger than a normal woman’s and how she had left herself the privilege to believe she was always going to have her wolf. She knew how to fight, yes, she had been training since little by her parents’ command but she had never, not even once in her life done it without her wolf. Most of that training relied on the brutal force the wolf spirit gave her. It was unheard of for a werewolf
