Echo.

The only difference was that the chain was longer which allowed me to move but only within my cell. My ankles were sore from the metal biting into my skin with each struggle I had made over the past few days of being kept in the dungeon trying to break free.

The dungeon door roared open as a lycan guard flung the door open carelessly and dragged a werewolf across the floor towards a spot reserved for her.

From the way she drooped over, her hair dangling downwards, I concluded that she had been forced to have sex with Ceaser until she was unconscious.

They dropped her onto the...