Charlotte Sanguinite POV:
Robert leaps out of the way, with me in his arms.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” Terrence shrieks. “Let go of me!”
But the creature doesn’t budge. Instead, it looks at me, as if asking me what to do.
I call it a “creature,” but on closer inspection, I realize with disgust roiling within me what Terrence meant by enslaving the wolves. I’m looking at a wolf shifter in a weirdly transformed state. His eyes are dull, and I can see my reflection in them.
What has Terrence done to them?!
“Release me! "I am your master! "You have to obey me!” Terrence is clawing at him, but the shifter doesn’t so much as flinch, ignoring the injuries being inflicted on him. “Why won’t you do as I say?!”
Something clicks in my head, and I say, quietly, “Take the knife from him.
