"Today, I am going to introduce you to your pack," Damien said to me, as he held me down by the shoulders, making me forcibly sit on the chair in front of the vanity table. I struggled, trying to remove his hands, and to stand up, but he kept me put.
"You know," he said to me when I didn't stop struggling, his voice suddenly three times deeper than the usual, "I have other ways of making you stay put. For example, I could just allow my claws to grow out right now, and they could bury into your shoulders, making it quite difficult and painful for you to move." My eyes widened and when I looked into the mirror in front of me, he was looking at me through the mirror, his eyes glowing red. I froze instantly, and a traitorous tear slid down my cheek, making me feel weak and vulnerable. I wiped
