Sierra's face contorted into an expression of discomfort and pain. The pressure on her throat hurt, and her face was growing red, not to mention the knee pinning her arm at a painful angle. She struggled to breathe, her cheek was scraped and bloody, and her head pounded. She glared up at her captor through her bangs, trying to take even breaths through his grip. 

When he leaned close, Sierra closed her eyes. She could feel his breath on her cheek as he growled his message to her, and she didn't like it. A beta, huh? That explained the weight of authority he exuded. Hearing this, and his threat, Sierra couldn't help but glare back up and wheeze out, "Beta isn't normally a position people tend to brag about." Her voice was little more than a raspy whisper, but it carried a condescending tone that was, at the moment, her best and only defence.

The other wolf, a woman named Rose, returned with clothes, offering to hold Sierra down while the man changed. Huh, she'd forgotten about the naked thing. It was so normal to her by now. Her glare shifted between the woman and man, eyes acidic.