"Erina's family sells her to a pack of wolves, she knows she's there for their pleasure to be used and then killed, at least that's their intention.
But what they don't know is that Erina isn't willing to accept that fate. She's determined to do whatever is needed to stay alive. The pack thinks they can just use her and throw her away, but when she's done with them they won't be able to survive without just another moment with her.
Because Erina doesn't want to be their broken doll, she just needs to be their perfect one.
Unfortunately for her, the pack isn't going to make life that easy for her. She's underestimated just what they could want from her and she's about to be pushed to her very limits and beyond for her mistake.
Her bid for survival is about to begin."

Their Broken Doll

　　Paxton stared at me, his eyes nothing but horror as he stared at what the monster was doing to me. But I was much more horrified about him and his injuries. I had accepted my fate, but I wasn't willing to accept his. My poor dragon's skin was ripped from his shoulder all the way down to his stomach. A bloody bandage kept him together, but just barely. Metal bands held him to his strange bed, but even from my viewpoint I could see it bit into his skin, blood dripped down from their barbed hold.


　　"You should be more concerned with yourself," the man known as Eagon chuckled. He took his leather belt off and doubled it in his hand. "Do you know what I'm going to do with this, little human?" I hoped he wouldn't lick me again. He made me shudder. As rough as my wolves were, they were better than this man.


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