Ciara thrashed about on the bed. The chain rattled and repeatedly hit the floor and the edge of the bed until the wooden objects shattered into pieces.

“Ciara!” Scott threw the food he was carrying onto a chair and hurried over to her. Sweat dripped down her body, and her blonde hair clung to her wet skin. She widened her eyes upon seeing him. The delicate blood vessels in the whites of her eyes were clearly visible, and her iris appeared cloudy.

“Let me go!” she screamed.

“What happened?!” Scott cupped her face, and she almost bit him. He released his grip and jerked backward.

Her wolf's fangs emerged.

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