I heard the voices around. I heard the words they were saying. But I didn't pay close enough attention for any of those words to process in my mind. All it came out for me. All I could hear were a dozen different voices telling me that I was a prisoner. I was trapped in this new hellish nightmare for the rest of my life unless I could find a way to get away from them.
I wanted to get away, I really did. But I had learned a lot about werewolves over the years since I had started to work with Briar. I learned that they are a lot faster than a human, especially when in their wolf forms. They could hear, smell, and taste better than humans as well. And most importantly of all, almost all werewolves had some sort of magic that they could use on a daily basis. Apparently, some of them had a lot more magic than others, but almost every wolf in existence would have enough magic to kill me.
