Page 90 of Wolf Tormented
“Don’t fight us, or it’s just going to be worse for you.” The man holds his hands up like he’s not here to do horrible things to me.
It’s the only thing that makes sense. They are in full gear and carrying weapons. They know they don’t belong here and don’t care.
I lunge for the man, and he dodges just in time. My paws hit the ground behind him, and I move as swiftly as I can. A shot rings in the air, and pain explodes in my flank.
They shot me? Another shot rings out, and I’m hit again. Stumbling, I glance at my flank. Two darts stick out of my fur.
My vision blurs, and I slump to the ground.
They shot me with tranquilizer darts.
Fuck.
They aren’t here to kill me, so what do they want with me?
24
Archer
I scrub a hand over my face. “Bill, I don’t know what to do. Are the employees taking this seriously?”
After the fight with Jara, she ran into the forest, and Bill called to give me an update.
“They are, and we have the whole building on lockdown. No one goes anywhere.” Bill sounds exhausted.
“What about the pups?” I ask.
They can’t just be abandoned wherever they were at the time.
“Security went to the schools and said there was an emergency. Everyone on our end is safe, Archer, what about your end?”
“We are all fine. There are problems in the woods, but everyone knows to stay out of them.”
Jara. She shifted and ran into the woods. Son of a bitch.
“Bill, I have to go.” I hang up the phone and race outside.
Alex jogs up, his brow pinched with concern.
“Where’s Jara?” he asks.
“We had a fight.” I run a hand through my hair and pace like a caged animal. “She went into the damn woods.”
“She what? You didn’t stop her?” Alex growls, balling his fist.
The putrid scent of his fear and rage hits me hard.
“Gather the enforcers. We need to find her. She shifted and fucking ran, but she doesn’t know how dangerous it is out there.” I whip my shirt over my head as I race into the woods.
“Because you wouldn’t let us tell her.” Alex glares at me but turns and stomps away.
This is my fucking fault; I am well aware of that fact. I don’t need my new beta reminding me of that.
I strip down and shift, hoping the pack link will help me find her and warn her of the danger. I sniff the air and bolt into the woods. My wolf is angry and snarling at me even as we run.
The cold wind bites through me, and white flakes fall on my nose and fur. The only scents I can find are the forest and the freshly fallen snow. It’s masking everything else.
Jara has been gone for hours, and her tracks are long since covered.
