TASHA
“Vilkas,” I called him again.
His eyes became more pitch-black and ferocious as he began wagging and struggling desperately against the chains. As colossal as him, I should have been running away from him by now, but afflictions stirred within me at the sight of his vividly pained, poor beast, clashing against his manacles.
With leaden steps, I approached him. I spied on the wolf’s proximate actions as I took my time.
What if he freed himself and charged at me, ate me, and finally killed me? I shuddered at the possibility. Such a spine-chilling thought. I clicked my tongue. Vilkas wouldn’t do that, would he?
I gasped in surprise when he growled loudly as I got very close to him. I puffed out a light breath.
Shaking off the little timidity, I touched the fur on his body, elicit
