Febuwhump Day 3: Muzzled. A were!Virgil fic.
They had caught him on his run. One minute wolf-him was racing Eagle-Scott, the next he was down, a noose tight around his ankle.
The sound of a gun had him straining to get free but he could not. He couldn't change back as footsteps told him they were coming.
Men came to fetch him. They bound his paws together and in the ultimate act of subjugation they muzzled him.
Now, he could barely snarl in defiance. All other options had been removed.
Fingers prodded him, pulling his fur, his ears, his lips.
Virgil prayed that his brother was alright.