Broken, Unmated And Pregnant
With determination etched on my face, I restrained the lycan, pulling his hands back behind his back.
The sky cleared, and turned from night to bright noon. Now, I was convinced that the man I had captured had to have been a sorcerer of some kind and he was probably no natural lycan either, hence the need to simulate the full moon with a spell or some sort of magic in order to transform.
Suddenly, Gary sprang up with surprising agility. My eyes widened in astonishment as I watched him leap toward the man at my feet, his body undergoing a breathtaking transformation. In midair, he morphed into a huge brown wolf, his powerful jaws poised for attack.
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