Page 4 of Stealing Sloane

Sloane stopped in her tracks. The low, dominant voice made a shiver run up her spine.

“I said put her down!”

No way she was going to give up now, not when she had her prize. “Sorry, Stella,” she murmured as she unceremoniously dumped her sister on the floor. The hairs on the back of her neck rose as she felt the stranger inches behind her.

“Who the hell?—”

He didn’t get to finish the sentence as Sloane spun around and delivered a roundhouse kick to his face, sending him falling to the ground.

“Ha!” she shouted in triumph. Not bothering to look at him, she picked up Stella once more and quickly escaped toward the garage, to the sporty Ford Mustang parked near the rear. She shoved Stella into the backseat, wishing she had time to explain everything to her, but first, they needed to get far away.

Slipping into the driver’s seat, she started the car and maneuvered out of the spot. She had barely made it toward the boom gates when a low growl, followed by the audible popping of plastic zip ties made her entire body go on alert.

“What the—holy fuck!” She slammed on the brakes, sending a large, furry figure hurtling to the front of the car. Massive white paws clawed at the cloth bag as the wolf tried to get itself upright.

“Shit!”

Her flight or fight response decided with the former, and she scrambled out of the car. As she ran away, she could hear growls and claws scraping on concrete growing louder as the very large and very angry wolf chased after her.

Crap!

As if things weren’t bad enough, the feeling of being hunted down did not sit well with her own animal, and before she could think, Sloane’s wolf ripped out of her.

Once fully transformed, the wolf spun around, facing its attacker. The blonde wolf was its mirror in every way, from the bright blue eyes to the bushy tail tipped with white. Well, if Stella didn’t know she was Lycan, she sure did now.

Stella!she screamed from inside her wolf, but it was no use. The other wolf was enraged. It snarled and growled as it closed the distance between them, stopping a few feet away.

The two wolves circled each other, waiting for who would attack first. It wouldn’t be her, but if she were attacked, her wolf would not hesitate to defend them.

Please, take it easy on her—shit!

The other wolf lunged forward, sending them both to the concrete floor. Sloane’s wolf tried to pin her down, but they ended up rolling around instead. She managed to get herself upright on all fours, her wolf swiping a paw at Stella.

Stop!

The force of her wolf’s paw sent Stella’s wolf flying back, hitting the wall behind her. The stench of blood tickled her nose, and her stomach dropped as she saw the crimson stain on her wolf’s claws and fur.

No!

Sloane urged her wolf to check on Stella, but it would not move. A strange chill swept over their body, but before she could figure out what was wrong, a powerful force slammed into her side.

Oh God …

They crashed into something solid, the sickening crunch of metal telling her it was probably one of the parked cars. The pain was unbearable, and she could hardly move. Or even breathe.Must have broken a rib. Her eyes remained closed as she waited for the attacker to finish her off. Was it Ronan? Had his goons been here the entire time, waiting for a chance to kill her?

If so, she prayed for a painless death.

A heartbeat later, arms wrapped around her wolf’s neck, and she knew this was the end. The limbs tightened, though strangely, the hold was gentle and reassuring.

“Please be okay,” a soft voice said. “I don’t know why you wanted to hurt me, but I don’t want to hurt you. Not anymore.”

What the?—?

Sloane’s wolf relinquished its hold on their body. Once she was fully human, she looked up as soft fingers brushed her blonde hair away, and she found a familiar face staring back at her—her own.

“What the fuck?” Sloane blinked. “Who—oh shit.”

“Oh shit, is right.” Stella beamed at her, then whispered. “It’s you.”

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