Secret Secret

Javier lay on the floor in front of the extinguished fireplace. Around him, there were three werewolves. All men. The person who caught Elora still wrapped his claws around Elora’s neck, his other hand holding Elora’s hands behind her back.

“She really came alone,” said the werewolf who caught Elora. Everyone there chuckled.

“Take him to the bedroom, Brat,” one of them said.

Brat, the man who caught Elora, took Elora to the room and threw her on the bed. Elora tried to struggle, but Brat quickly tied her hands and feet to the bed with the ropes that had been prepared. Now Elora was lying on her back with her hands and feet tied. She couldn’t move, and Brat covered her mouth with a bandage. Elora could only stare in horror and let out a howl caught in her throat.

“I have an idea,” said someone who entered the room not long after Elora was tied up.

“You always have ideas, Ward,” said B