Expected attack- Unexpected outcome

"Lothaire!!!" Willow screamed, his name tearing from her insides for the first time. Fear gripped her. It tasted unknown on her tongue. Its intensity increased when she realized that he would also get captured again. "Lothaire!!! Run!!! Run!!!" She screamed even though knowing in some part of her brain that there was nowhere he could go in broad daylight. But her heart is acknowledging it. It is stupidly begging her to make him leave. The metal bit into her skin, burning with such intensity that she might crumble to the floor if not for their harsh grip on her. Willow dug her heels firmly on the ground, resisting their hold on her. She might have lost her power. But she didn't lose her fighting spirit. She won't go down that easily. Willow grabbed the chains with both her hands, her palm burning immediately, the smell of charred skin thick under her nose, and pulled hard with her remaining step. The werewolves didn't expect her to tug the chains