Episode 63

Dein's POV

Stripped before the rogue werewolves made me feel like an ant getting crushed under the boot. I was humiliated in the highest standard for a beta by the lowest and dirtiest kind of werewolves. My whole body was stained but it was so sad that I couldn't do anything, because, here in the central dungeon, as soon as one is brought in here, it would take extra strength to be able to escape the punishment of the evil prison. And when crowded like me, you wouldn't even gave a chance to think.

"I'm sorry, Dein, how I wish I could do anything for you." That was what I imagined would have come out of my wolf's mouth if only he had that privilege to interact with me just like the born werewolves.

That's right. We the transformed have no business with our wolf's directly, per say. They would want us to shift into them if they sense any danger around, and that's why we were always careful how we do this, especially when with the humans for business or something important that would tak