Eileen's POV
I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I was in a dimly lit room, with stone walls and a cold, damp floor. The air was musty and filled with the scent of mold and decay. I tried to move, but my body felt heavy and unresponsive. I was bound by chains, my wrists and ankles secured to the wall. Panic set in as I realized I was trapped.
Where was I? What was going on? My head was hurting a little and it felt like I had a migraine.
I looked around and then I saw a figure standing in front of me. He was a tall, muscular man with piercing yellow eyes. He was a werewolf, and his aura was dark and menacing. He was dressed in a pair of tattered jeans and a black leather jacket, and he looked like he hadn't showered in days. He was the epitome of a rogue
