Layla's POV (Continuation)
"Oh, shit..." I said, muttering strings of foul language inside my mind as I step back away from the bars.
The white-eyed demon regarded me like I was some sort of prey that he can eat whole.
"H-Hunter?" I tried calling out for the last ounce of his own identity there. I was hoping that there might be a tiny speck left to reason with. But when he responded in a low growl, I flinched and step back away even further until my back hits the wall.
He was in the fully-grown werewolf form that I find myself looking up at him nervously.
The bars rattled when Hunter grip them tight and shake them hard. The metal bracelet on his wrists connecting to a heavy set of chains was glowing in red when he forced a pull from those.
