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“Fucking knock them out!” one of the men shouted. “Dart guns. Get the goddamn dart guns now!”
Kai managed to break free, lunging toward the man holding our mate. Another knocked him down using the butt of a rifle. Kai’s horrific howl floated toward the trees.
“No. No. No!” she kept screaming.
A split second later, I felt a sharp pain in my side. A dart. Two others whizzed in the air, hitting Kai and Roman.
“You bastards. You fucking bastards!” Savannah screamed.
I lumbered forward even as more darts bit my flesh, trying to protect her. Trying to…
She got off a single shot before she was surrounded.
As the light began to fade, I heard her calling our names.
One. After. The. Other…
CHAPTER 19
Savannah
“You goddamn bastards. Get off me! Get off me. What did you do? You hurt them.” I struggled, pitching my body, kicking the bastard with my foot. His grip loosened and I jerked free, immediately throwing my body over the wolves. “Leave them alone.”
They’d been drugged, but they were breathing.
For now.
I could hear laughter as if this was all one horrific joke.
The assholes had surrounded us, standing and gawking, grinning as if they’d caught a prize. They were nothing but horrible predators. They were soldiers, dressed in dark uniforms, but there was no mistaking their training or their abilities.
They’d been assigned to bring us in at all costs.
As the same man who’d addressed me before approached, he had a smirk on his face. He crouched down, studying me as if a prized bird he’d just captured and placed in a gilded cage.
“Dr. Morgan. I was trying to make this as easy and painless for you. But you refuse to cooperate.” He motioned to someone while shaking his head.
“What are you doing? Where are you taking us?”
“As I said, somewhere safe.”
Another man approached. He was decked out in full combat gear.
“You won’t get away with this.” I watched in horror as the second man, who was obviously a soldier, handed the first something.
Oh, my God, a syringe.
His smile grew wider. Two men grabbed my arms, holding me in place as the one in charge held the syringe above my head and in the morning glisten of sun. “I can, Dr. Morgan. And I will.”
A scream erupted from my throat as he stuck the needle into my neck. Seconds later, my eyelids felt heavy. No. I couldn’t stop fighting. I had to try to save… the… wolves because…
As a heavy veil of darkness slipped over my eyes, I was allowed to slump against the wolves.
My wolves.
My mates.
A soft humming.
