@atomgun
Trapped within the confines of a freezing meat locked, the wolf struggled against the silver chains that bound her wrists and ankles. She’d been dangling in there for a few days now, unable to give these assholes the information they sought her out for.
Caelan hadn’t been in touch for over a year---Not that she’d been keeping track. But the more she insisted they were dead to each other, the more they tortured her, hoping to pry any nugget of information they could out of Arcadia.
The handle on the door seemed to jiggle, prompting the wolf’s gaze to wander in its direction. Her mouth curled into a snarl, fangs presented to whoever might enter. A bubbling growl simmer in her throat that seemed to cut out as a few gunshots rang out, blood rushing beneath the door as it pooled around her feet. As the locker door swung open, golden hues rose to find an unexpected face staring her down. “---What the fuck are you doing here?”