Grace woke up in a strange room, the ceiling above her was painted white and around her the cupboards and units were spotlessly clean. Moving her arm so that she could push herself up, she found she couldn’t move it, looking down she realised that her wrists were strapped to a bed, holding her in place.
Panicking she started to pull against the restraints, her fear building as she whimpered.
‘Hey, calm down, no-one is going to hurt you’ came a woman’s voice from across the room before a she wolf in a white coat stood up and walked toward her, stopping beside the bed.
Grace knew she was a she wolf from her scent, her mother had told her that werewolves and she wolves all smelt like they did, though the little girl had never met another wolf before Dominic had found her.
Sitting down bes
