Chap-142*His Subject*

Cynthia Dion:

I shook my head disapprovingly and shot a fierce glare at Gary, who was now administering what appeared to be wolfbane into a syringe.

"No way! I won't be anyone's pawn," I exclaimed vehemently, causing them to exchange glances and nod their heads in disapproval, as if I had committed an offense by raising my voice.

As I started to make a move, the elderly man interjected, "Get rid of her; her presence is repulsive," pointing disdainfully at the Gamma, who advanced towards me to quell my protests.

Despite the unbreakable nature of the silver chains, I gave it my all. Panic swept over the crowd, with everyone shouting and scrambling to the ground to avoid the menacing shackles as I struggled to manipulate them.

"Arghhhh!" When the chains proved ineffective, and the Gamma wrestled them to gain control over me, I found myself with only one recourse: transition.

With a resounding howl, I exerted every ounce of my willpower, determined to undergo the transformation. The silv