My gaze travels down to a pair of knee-length boots and flickers up to a heart-shaped face with painted red lips, high cheekbones, and eyes as green as the aurora borealis. Stunning, but nothing good will ever come from dwelling on the allure of a creature so delicate. She must be the mother or older sister, trying to protect Natalia from my wrath. It will not work. "What is the meaning of this?" I snarl. "Why have you imprisoned me in this circle?" "I'm the one who asks the questions." She points a device at my chest that shoots lightning. Sparks fly across my fur but don't reach my skin.
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