Yugo stood frozen, his wolfen form trembling. The synaptic pressure ceased. The red haze cleared from his eyes. He looked at the blackened door. He looked at his own bloodied claws.
Gil smiled, a sad, crooked thing. "That's where you're wrong, old friend. This is exactly what I was made for." bloody roar 4
The leash, she would soon learn, was only as strong as the wolf's willingness to wear it. Yugo stood frozen, his wolfen form trembling