The Rogue Vaewolf
Narrowing his eyes on my back, Devan huffed, “You're branded as a Vaewolf?”
Swallowing, I quickly shifted into my wolf, scooped up my clothes in my muzzle, and was just about to dash off into the forest. Unfortunately, Devan swiftly grabbed a fistful of fur on my nape, then he wrapped a silver chain around my waist, neck, and back.
I wasn't quick enough, and the cold metal sizzled against my fur and skin, weakening me.
“Come on, Dev, she and I were having a good time,” Nathan stated while he buttoned up his pants.