Terror, horror, primal fear, all in the heart of a child who can't bear to be here any longer. My wolf bursts from me, throwing herself at the sides of the cage, while I pant and moan and scream at him, at the past and the horrible, horrible future waiting for me in his care.

He laughs, indulgent. "How perfect you are in any form," he says. "But I prefer the woman to the werewolf." Again, I'm hit by power, his magic smothering my wolf and ...