Chapter 11 Sheldon's Pov

• When I had arrived at the cell and saw the empty space where Esmeralda should be, a strange, unfamiliar panic tightened in my chest. It’s absurd. I shouldn’t care where she is, let alone feel alarmed by her absence. She’s merely a breeder, a tool I control. Yet, as I take in the barren and cold cell, rage swells within me.
• 'If anything happens to her, I'll make you regret it, asshole! You fucking watched her get beaten by that bitch! I want to just ki...”
• The raging voice of my wolf snarls at me, spitting words angrily. I have no idea how I stood there watching my Luna mistreat her. She had asked me to kill Esmeralda, but I couldn't.