She could feel the cool brick against her back as she continued to watch the change, if she had a working heart she was sure it would be hammering away from fear. Though her face gave nothing away, inside she could feel herself crumbling. In all her years alive she had heard tales of the Werebeasts, their mortal enemies but to come face to face with one. Not just a simple werewolf but a Were-Dragon. She had only ever heard tales of such a creature. 

Iris tried to back away even more but there was nowhere to go, eyes did not leave the creature and she just watched as his nostrils flared. Wincing as he hissed she looked at the scale of the beast, they were no doubt sharp enough to slice her. 

Wriggling her own hands in the chains she felt the burning sensation against them, using her strength she tried to pull them out of the chains. Silver broke and clattered to the floor, the smell of signed skin filled the room. Her wrists burning, blisters forming around the skin. Her usual healing rate hadn’t even started, she could not heal at the moment due to her weakened state and that fact it had been silver. 

“Let me out of here.” She hissed to the guards, her gaze not leaving the beast. How in hell would she escape this cell?