*
“Hello, Sierra,” Oberon said, having shifted to his human form. Sierra couldn’t look up to see him properly, but she could see his silhouette.
He was freakishly tall, and so muscular that he looked like he could easily rip her in half. Sierra felt so terrified that sweat began to pour down the side of her face. She was trembling all over, and still her wolf remained silent. Where was she when she needed her?
“What do you want with me?” she asked, feigning arrogance. If this was the end, then she wasn’t going to just sit back and let him do whatever he wanted. She would put up a fight as best she could, or rather she would argue until she found some way to escape.
Oberon chuckled, and he moved deeper into the room. His footsteps echoed on the damp floor, and his heavy breathing fill
