(Author's POV)
'OUR MATE IS IN THE HANDS OF THAT VICIOUS WITCH. SHE IS IN DANGER. YOU NEED TO SNAP OUT OF IT,' the wolves howled, shrieked, screamed, barked, did everything they could to wake their human counterparts. They forgot all about the harrowing they were suffering and could only see Myra, heavily chained, with her eyes shut, hauled by those ugly devil looking creatures. They were all eyeing her, licking their charcoal lips, salivating like total beasts as if she were some feast to dig in.
