Page 57 of Howl For Me
His grip on Damara tightened, and the knife at her throat pricked her skin. A warm, thick substance trailed down her neck. She sniffed and scented copper.
Her blood.
She swallowed hard and held still.
“My wolves have more honor than you, apparently. Who sneaks and kidnaps a woman?” Gavin retaliated. His hands were clenched into fists. He took another step closer to them. “Alpha to alpha. Winner leaves here with their life—”
“And the woman,” Dreven interrupted him. “My beta isn’t here, but Heath, my enforcer, will act as my second.”
“Very well.” Gavin folded his arms in front of his chest.
Dreven snatched her around and forced her down on the log.
“I want you to have a front row seat to my killing your boyfriend,” he sneered. He waved his knife in her face. “Then afterwards, we’re mating. Not gonna wait until we get back home.”
He turned and faced Gavin. He stripped his clothes off and walked over to the clearing where Gavin stood.
“You won’t be touching Damara again,” Gavin warned.
“Oh, I will be touching her plenty after I kill you,” Dreven retorted. The last of his clothes hit the ground. “I’m going to take great pleasure in erasing you from her mind.”
Dreven began the change. He fell to the ground, his body contorting. The sound of bones snapping cut through the silence. Soon his massive gray wolf stood facing Gavin.
Damara watched with bated breath as Gavin swiftly changed into his large, dark wolf. Her heart raced listening to their growls and barks fill the air.
The other wolves formed a circle around the two alphas.
“Please, Gavin. Don’t do anything stupid,” she whispered.
Her heart stuttered observing the two wolves clash against each other. Snarls grew loudeer as they wrestled for control. The two wolves were around the same height and weight, and from the looks of it, were evenly matched.
“Hey, pretty lady,” a voice whispered behind her.
Her head flew around, and she met the familiar eyes of Spencer.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered. Her eyes flew back to Gavin and Dreven. No one was paying her any attention.
“Gavin told me to get you out of here,” he muttered, working on the ropes around her wrists. Her wrist moved slightly.
“I’m not leaving him,” she snapped, moving her hands. Painful sensation shot up her arms from the blood flow circulating again, and she gasped.
“Yes, you are. I’m under orders to get you to safety. If I have to, I will retie you and toss you over my shoulder.” He swore under his breath, and the ropes fluttered to the ground.
Her arms were free, and she brought them around front, rubbing her hands together.
“We won’t be going far.”
“When did you ever follow orders, Spence?” She snorted, turning to look at him over her shoulder.
He paused and stared at her. “You remember?”
She nodded, a small smile on her lips. She remembered everything about their playful banter over the years. She considered him a dear friend and someone she could always trust.
“Yeah. I guess it took Dreven knocking me out to get my memory back.”
The ground shook with power as a growl was ripped from Gavin. Her eyes widened, and she turned to the fight. Dreven’s back was to her with Gavin advancing on him with his fangs bared.
He’d heard her.
