Ethel’s P.O.V.

I've been here for a long time, almost a month. I have not been in my human form since I've gotten here. They kept me chained up in my wolf form. I was so weak that I couldn't shift back. Besides, the thick fur of my wolf could prevent me from the cold.

The tight silver collar burned my throat as I tried to pull against the heavy chains that were keeping me captive. The bitter cold nipped at me and chilled my bones.

But physical pain was much easier to endure than a mental one. Every single day I had been suffering from my affection and attachment...