The wolf lunges, slicing into two men who try to hold him back. They fall to the side, blood spurting across the floor and making my stomach roll with nausea. He naps his powerful jaws into another man’s arm, coating his muzzle with blood.
“What’s so good about a mate, anyway?” The blonde man asks, dodging and jumping behind some of his men and weaving through the group, always staying just out of reach. “The mating bond is such a hassle. It’s the highest and most ridiculous form of slavery that the Goddess has saddled us with.”
The wolf snarls at the blonde man again.
“Do you hear that?” My kidnapper whispers. I ignore him, straining to hear the blonde man as he begins speaking again.
“What right does the Goddess have to force us to have feelings for someone? What you feel for that
