Clay POV
"Release me," I demanded. The sound of clinking chains filled the air, intermingling with the low growl that escaped Ryan's throat.
"Not happening," he snarled, his voice laced with a mix of anger and satisfaction. "You're lucky we're even keeping you alive right now. She's the only reason you're breathing."
Confusion clouded my mind as I tried to comprehend why she was here. The woman who had captured my thoughts, the one I couldn't shake off, was one of them, a wolf. The sight of her, vulnerable, made my heart ache, conflicting emotions warring within me.
"Your weapons harmed her," Ryan snapped, his voice dripping with disdain. "Sure, she'll survive without your aid, for she is far stronger. But will you really let her suffer right now?"
"She's a wolf," I managed to utter.
