STELLA
When Xavier hits the shower, I try to figure out what to do next. The bed he chained me to is massive, but, luckily, I can still move around the room as he only chained one of my feet. I try to pull it in an attempt to break the bed, but no luck there. The cuff is tight on my ankle, so my foot probably is not going to slip out. I look around for something to help me break the chains, but no such luck.
Stupid werewolves! Stupid wolves! If this is how mates are, I want none of it!
Xavier walks out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, catching me in the heat of the moment - trying to pull the chain off my foot once again.
“You are only going to hurt yourself, little bird,” he says casually. It’s as if he is a completely normal guy and this is a completely normal situatio
