Feral Werewolf - Owned, #2

Anya is in a tough spot. The man - werewolf, her mind supplies readily - is glaring at her with his arms crossed. She eyes the exit. Maybe if she moves fast enough, she can escape. And then what? It's not like she has anywhere to hide. She bites the inside of her cheeks and signs the papers in front of her without knowing what she's agreeing to. She doesn't know what to expect when they lock her up in a room with a man who is more beast than human.
He is chained to the ground with a collar around his neck and maybe he was handsome, once upon a time. But now, he is aggression and sharp teeth. He snarls at her when she is tossed in. She turns to run, but the door slams behind her."Good luck, " is all her captor says. She turns back around. Oh god. She's so screwed.