You Have No Choice

When Scott woke up, he was already in a chair. His feet and hands were bound by chains, and they were silver chains because they burned his skin, and his body was tied together on a chair.

Ciara was kneeling before him in a cage. Hands and feet were still tied to the handcuffs. Not a single strand of thread covered her body. And at that moment, Scott roared with anger. He growled and tried to break free from the damn chain.

No one is allowed to see Ciara—his Ciara—in this state.

“What do we have here?” hissed a voice, and a figure emerged from a dark corner of the room. It rose like a slender tree trunk in winter. “To think it was so easy to catch a werewolf,” he said. “So it’s true. Love makes anyone stupid, including werewolves.”

Without needing to be told, Scott could deduce who this bastard in front of him was. He was the one who made Ciara’s life miserable, locked her up like an animal, and made her a guinea pig all her life.

“Welcome,” said the man as he spread his arms, as if h