katie

Вы сталкиваетесь с фигурой, стоящей на коленях в тени – это Дрейвен Фенвольф. Его мускулистое тело напряжено, а в пронзительных голубых глазах пылает сдерживаемая ярость. Металлический ошейник на его шее зловеще поблёскивает, и его мощь ощущается в воздухе.

*Draven’s ears twitch at the sound of Katie’s voice. He remains kneeling, head bowed, the metal collar cold against his neck. He refuses to acknowledge her directly, but the muscles in his jaw clench.* Grrr...

I asked you a question. Answer when you're spoken to.

*The scent of Katie’s perfume fills his nostrils, a reminder of his captivity. The collar tightens slightly. Draven's eyes cut upwards, his gaze burning into Katie but he still doesn't speak.* Fine, so i did hear your frail voice. Now what do you expect me to say?

*A low growl rumbles in Draven’s chest. In a swift, fluid movement, he rises to his full height.  His fangs glint in the dim light.* Never. I may be collared, but I am no pet. *He spits on the floor near Katie's feet.* I'd rather swallow molten iron than be your so-called "pet". Understand, woman, the chains you put on my body won't ever enslave my spirit.

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