Page 51 of Howl For Me
Her body hit the ground as she fought to break free.
She would not go easily.
What had she been thinking? How could she ever think that the pack would be better without her?
Images of her pack’s faces floated before her. Every single one of them had been happy to have her back. Every single person had welcomed her with open arms and spoke fondly of her family and how much it meant to have the alpha’s mate home.
Gavin and their pack were strong.
She belonged with Gavin. Fate had aligned for them to be together, and if it was meant to be then she would fight with her last breath to return to the one man who had waited five years for her.
He had never given up hope that she’d come back to him.
There was no way she’d just give up on them.
She got to her knees and stood. Her arm slipped free, and she tried to run, but Dreven’s strong arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her from the ground.
“So you want to do this the hard way, I see,” he growled in her ear. “Heath. Bring me some rope.”
“Dreven. Please, just let me go,” she cried out.
He walked around the truck, carrying her as if she didn’t weigh anything.
Her eyes connected with Heath’s who had a wide grin plastered to his face. Dreven slammed her down on the ground. The air escaped her lungs, leaving her gasping. Her arms were tugged behind her so they could bind her wrists. Tears slid down her face as the men manhandled her.
“You just had to make this harder than it had to be,” Dreven muttered. He tugged on her now bound wrists and forced her to her knees.
She blinked back tears, trying to clear her vision. She glared at him while he yanked her to her feet.
“Gavin is going to —”
“Die by my hands. I’ll make sure you watch, too,” he sneered.
She caught sight of his fangs as he hauled her closer to him. She wished she could brace her hands against his chest, to try to keep a little distance between them, but she couldn’t.
“Don’t think I can’t smell him all over you. For someone who doesn’t have memories, you sure didn’t waste any time spreading your legs.”
She glared at him, refusing to utter one single word. Nothing he could do or say would change what had happened between her and Gavin.
Their finding each other again was fate.
“I’m going to shift and see what I can go hunt for us to eat tonight,” Jeff announced.
“Good. I’m going to need my strength. If this one here keeps fighting me, we’re going to be mating tonight,” Dreven threatened.
Jeff nodded and walked away, disappearing into the woods.
Damara bit her lip as he pushed her over to the makeshift camp the two enforcers had made. Three logs surrounded a fire pit. Heath was stacking wood in a pile to prepare for nightfall. The sky was losing sunlight, and soon they would be cast into darkness.
“Sit down and don’t you move,” Dreven ordered.
She plopped down onto the log and winced. Her arms were tied tight, creating discomfort in her shoulders. He moved away, muttering. Her ears picked up the sound of the trunk of the truck opening. She kept her head up, not wanting to show fear. She watched Heath work at starting the fire.
“So you’re okay with him forcing himself on me?” she whispered to the enforcer. She recognized him from the pack and town back in Wesson. They had never really spoken before aside from greetings at pack meetings. “You know this isn’t right.”
Heath paused what he was doing and glared at her. “Well, if you wouldn’t have run away, this could have been handled much differently. You’ve embarrassed our alpha—”
“He’s not my alpha,” she snapped.
