I came to in what felt like chains with my eyes bandaged, unable to see. My chest rose and fell in pants as I panicked about where Amy was. I could no longer smell her, and it set my instincts on fire. I shook the restraints and growled as a heat set in between my thighs and my neck and body stung from my wounds. I needed her. I needed Amy. I needed to know she was okay.
"Thaniel?" A familiar voice called out to me, and I suddenly raised my nose to sniff the air. Amy.
"Amy?" I growled and ran towards her, suddenly yanked back by the shackles. I roared and panted, needing her near me. Needing her hands on me, touching me, and letting me claim her as mine again. I needed to coat her in my scent and reclaim her so that she was no one else's. Mine, only mine. "Mine."
"Yes, yours. Mike saved
