Jennifer's decision was interrupted by a loud crash and the sound of snarling beasts. Valentin's eyes widened in alarm as a group of werewolves burst into the room.
The leader of the pack, a towering figure with piercing yellow eyes, strode forward and seized Jennifer. "She's coming with us," he growled.
Valentin snarled, baring his fangs, but he was vastly outnumbered. Jennifer was dragged away, struggling and kicking, as the werewolves made their escape.
When she came to, Jennifer found herself in a dark, damp cave. The werewolf leader, who introduced himself as King Lycaon, stood over her, his eyes gleaming with triumph.
"You're to be my queen," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "And you'll do as I say."
Jennifer's heart sank as she realized her predicament. She was trapped, with no way to escape.
Jennifer decided to try to reason with King Lycaon, hoping to appeal to whatever humanity was left in him.
"Please, King Lycaon," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I don't want to be your queen. I want to go home."
King Lycaon sneered, his yellow eyes glinting with amusement. "You'll do as I say," he growled. "You'll marry me, and you'll bear me children."
Jennifer felt a wave of revulsion wash over her. "I won't do it," she said, trying to keep her voice firm.
King Lycaon's expression darkened, and he took a step closer to her. "You don't have a choice," he snarled. "You'll do as I say, or you'll suffer the consequences."
Jennifer knew she had to think fast. She couldn't let King Lycaon bully her into submission.
