Save The Werewolf, Save Herself

Cat shifter Sierra runs away from the people who have done nothing but wronged her and used her body for their own gain. When her tormentors find her, she throws herself off a cliff, expecting her tragedy to finally reach a fitting end.

She is ready to embrace the darkness that greets her at the bottom of the cliff, for the cold water lapping at the jagged rocks to wash her away, but she opens her eyes and wakes ten years in the past.

She has struggled and fought against her captors every step of the way in her past life. This time, she is going to do everything differently. The theater house that she had been tricked into working at was taken over by a new management who turned the performance stage into a stage of depraved desires and humiliations. As Sierra struggles to recall past actions that had led to the downfall of the original owner, she promises herself that she won't let it happen. She will do everything it takes to save everyone, even if it means getting closer with the very people who had ruined her life.

The last thing she wants to do is to fall in love. She has no time for love, for the endless patience and devotion of a man who had died so early in her past life he hadn't even made an impression on her. Sierra doesn’t think she has it in her to fall in love after all the heartache she had been through, but the Werewolf makes it too easy for her to stumble and fall.

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Jackdale Vox had paid for a private evening with her.

Again.

According to Karlos, the man used to come once a month and only to conduct business. When he did attend performances, it was as if someone had coarced him to go and he would retaliate by getting the best seat in the house and proceeding to use said seat to conduct business meetings, as if the performance weren't worth his time.

Karlos spoke of the matter as if she had corrupted the man somehow, as if she was the sole reason he had decided to forgo his ways and turned to the dark side… as if his business was not terrible to begin with. He dealt with exchange of sensitive information, mainly the acquisition and dispersal of them in a manner that would ruin not just individual lives of livelihoods, but entire countries.

Jackdale was not a good man and he had been obsessed with her ever since he laid eyes on her.

That was how Sierra ended up in her bed that evening, blindfolded as she knelt on her elbows and knees, a silk scarf binding her wrists and something called a spreader bar holding her ankles apart by at least two feet.