(Even though it looks like it's NSFW, it's not. I'm just writing a werewolf being tied up so they don't hurt anyone.)

The moon was full and white as snow as its light showed through the small window of the dungeons in Lux Aurea.

Amaya looked up at Janai, her brown eyes shone with pain as her bindings bit into her skin. Even when lined with leather, they still hurt.

As she tightened the chains, Janai looked into her love's eyes as she signed, "I'll be back in the morning."

Amaya nodded and tested the binds; the weight of the chain was comforting on her arms, legs, and neck. She knew it was odd for a wolf to want to be chained up, but she needed to be since she had once attacked a servant back in Katolis during one of her transformations, so she thought it would be safer like this even if Janai hated to be the one to tie her up.

As she watched the elf leave the chamber, the transformation began. The silver-colored fur pushed its way through her skin, forcing a whimper from the general that shifted into screams, as her bones snapped and reshaped into a larger form that was a near-perfect mix of wolf and human. Amaya took deep, shuddering breaths as sweat beaded her now fur-covered brow.

When chained, her mind starts to wander into the darkest sections, the feeling of familiar hatred seeped into her mind, not toward any of the preventions but towards herself and being a wolf, most would say she was blessed with the gift to turn into a beast that could level small armies not knowing the many curses it carries with it. The hunger that sinks its claws into her sides, her loss of control when angered, and the way her senses made it almost unbearable to live without being overwhelmed by the slightest touch or smell.

That was until Janai came into her life. The elf had heard stories of humans with pure hearts being followed by animal spirits that would lend their strength to transform into a more primal form. Most of these humans were ones who treated nature with respect and kindness. Some were great warriors and generals. But most of them died to other humans who saw them as monsters.

(The next day)

Janai walked to the chamber at dawn and saw Amaya's wolf form. The wolf growled softly as Amaya saw the silhouette of the elf. "Easy love, it's just me." The elf signed before placing a hand on the wolf's shoulder, feeling the coarse yet soft fur before moving her hand up toward the iron collar around her neck sighing as she unlocked it then she moved on to unlock Amaya's arms and legs like she did every morning after the full moon. The wolf form slowly released Amaya as the sun rose, the silver fur returning to white skin, gold eyes shifting back to brown, claws shrinking into nails, and her form slowly shrank back to normal. Janai held Amaya close to her after the transformation ended, as she always did, whispering calming words she knew she would never hear.