Jaerlynne struggles with his chains even though he knows it is useless. The chains are enchanted to counter his abnormal strength. Instead of breaking when he pulls back, they get tighter.<br/><br/>"Darn, I'm never going to get out of this. Curse these vampires! How did they find out about my super strength anyhow? Well better make the best of the situation I guess," he says picking up a small flute.<br/><br/>Sad mournful notes emerge from the instrument as the wolf plays the song of his heart. He is a prisoner and a slave to the very people that he has fought these many years.<br/>Rattling the shackles that bind his paws, the wolf warrior prepares for the fated arrival of his master. Not knowing what to expect makes the wolf slave shudder and quiver with unknown fear. Shadows of his past still float inside his troubled mind reminiding him about the reason behind his sacrifice, giving him his strength. Although this is what they are supposed to do in truth, the memories only bring pain and sorrow. The warrior inside him desires to join the others of his kind on the battlefield, fighting the vampires, not waiting in this dark room, chained up and awaiting the return of his master.<br/><br/>"It is useless to think of trying to escape. Let alone, join the battle that is waging around us, I am what I am now and there isn't anything that I can do about it, I might as well except it," Jaerlynne says.<br/><br/>Looking at the full moon through the window of his room, the wolf slave lifts his head and howls.<br/>Believing that it is showing weakness to cry, but having no control over the emotions that burst out of his soul, Jaerlynne futily wipes away his falling tears. The wolf slave wraps his fluffy white tail around his body and hastily wipes away his tears as he hears the door to his room creak open.