You and your brother have had moments. Don'tcha think the collar's a bit much?" I could imagine Jessie hogtied with whatever was at hand by his big bad sis.

Yes, Dad collared me before I was even born. Nevertheless, he made me the one in authority of the collar and myself.

Putting on the collar is taking charge of unexpected situations. Keeping humans from taking control from me. To tell hunters that I'm not prey. Not a trophy by wearing the collar. I looked at the circlet again. Looking deeper, I see not subjugation, but a tool of power to control my fate in the world of man that symbolizes my ownership over both my nature spirit and wolf-self.

Real women don't love the richest guy in the world they love the guy who can make their world the richest.

Every bloody mark had assassinated my writing along the way.

Determined to enshroud his enchantment.