I gasped for air but I tried my best to cover my dignity. Even when I knew it was all over, I just refused to let down without a fight.

    "No" I cried.

     Trying to hold the ripped cloth to cover my body, Brook gripped my throat. His claws slowly dig into my neck, choking me so that I could barely even make a sound. I fear I would die and worst, I felt like I would suffer for long because as a werewolf, I heal as I get the injury.

    Worst, I heal very slow.

        Staring at him straight in the eyes, I tried to plead.

My lips quivered...