We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
CHAPTER NINETEEN
I turn and try to run as fast as I can, back toward the lodge, toward Caleb, but there are too many of them, and I’m still new to my wolf form. They descend on me, howling and baying, and one of the biggest ones, a brown wolf with black eyes, jumps onto my back, biting my ruff and throwing me onto my side. I scramble to my feet, trying to escape, but then two of them shift back into human form and throw something that looks like gray rope over me. It burns as soon as it hits me, and I thrash beneath it. Quickly, I realize that it isn’t gray rope. It’s silver chains. Silver - the one thing that can subdue a werewolf and limit their powers. I struggle and snarl, trying to throw the silver chains off me, but then someone approaches me and snaps a silver collar around me neck. Coughing
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD