Chapter 7

Once I was free from the cuffs and chains, I leaped off the table, immediately hit by a nauseating stench.

Before me stood a towering figure, eight feet tall with a muscular build and tattoos covering his face. He seized my throat, demanding to know the whereabouts of my parents. Struggling to talk, I was able to get out the word DEAD. He laughed and said" Not those parents, your other ones. Desperately, I struggled, hitting and kicking, but breathing became increasingly difficult.

He glanced at Victor and Anastasia, who were hiding behind a bin, questioning why my transformation hadn't occurred and that he didn't smell my wolf. After he threw me to the ground, I attempted to crawl away, gasping for air. He dragged me back by my legs, and all I could do was let out a scream. This scream, however, was so powerful it sent the man flying backward.

Anastasia gasped, revealing that I was not a wolf but a banshee. Victor dismissed me saying I was as good as dead, but Anastasia countered,