By the time the meat was cooked, I was stripped, tied and trussed in a humiliating display. Arne bound my arms first, binding my forearm to my upper arm.
“So you can’t fight,” he told me, and caught my left fist when I tried to punch him. He made short work my left arm, and had Gunnr hold me down with two paws on my back as he finished tying my legs. My calves to thighs, my limbs shortened.
“There she is, our sweet pet.”
I bared my teeth at him.
“Time to eat.” They placed a bowl in front of me. The meat swam in the broth, and saliva pooled in my mouth. The howling she-wolf inside me was hungry, but the rest of me hesitated.
All three of the warriors waited for me to bow my head and eat as if I really was their pet.
“You can’t mean this.”
“You wish to act like a wolf, we will indulge
