Page 34 of Wild Wolves

“Don’t fight. I don’t want to hurt you, but you have to come with us. We need a woman.” His gruff voice strikes fear into me. Why do they need a woman? Hank said the same thing after Evander killed Alicia. Why does it have to be my luck that others want me like this?

“Let me go! I’ll fucking kill you!” I thrash harder, clawing at the man through the net. My nails bite into his skin as I scratch him, drawing blood.

He flips me over and slams me into the ground. The air escapes my lungs and I can’t even scream. I can’t breathe. The edges of my vision shadow.

“Keep it up, little girl. I hear they like them feisty.” The man grabs the net again and hoists me up. “Now, why don’t you take a nap?”

He swings me toward the ground again, hitting me hard enough to make my head spin.

I blink through the stars peppering my vision, but I don’t pass out. I can’t fight though. The man swings me back over his shoulder and carries me away.

I hold onto my consciousness the best I can. The world jostles around me and a massive headache pounds against my skull. I try my best to memorize the way the trees look as he trudges through the thick vegetation. The sounds of fighting continue behind us, but they grow quieter and quieter the deeper he carries me into the forest.

How am I going to survive this? Do I want to?

Fuck yeah, I do. I’m not only going to survive this, but I’m going to murder this guy the moment I get the chance. I’m not dying here. I’m not going to let my grandmother’s escape go to waste. These monsters don’t control me. I’m starting to realize that now. They can try all they want, but in the end, it’s up to me.

“Where did you find her, Chad? That’s not the one we’ve been watching.” Another voice cuts the air, and I try to stretch my neck to look around.

“It was luck. Fate. Another group found the abandoned shelters.” The man holding me, Chad, swings me in front of him and drops me on the ground again, hitting my back on tangled tree roots.

I can’t control my gasp of pain. I squeeze my eyes shut, thinking about how I’m going to take on two men. I’m not strong enough if they work together.

“Damn, she’s a looker. I hope that the Windshore pack was right. I’d like her to be our little bitch.” The other man stands over me, tilting his head and leering, lust and something dark in his eyes. “What do you think, honey? Do you want some big strong man to take care of you?”

I manage to free my leg from the net. Jerking up my foot, I kick him hard between the legs and feel his balls squish with the force.

He hollers and clutches his junk, wheezing with his anger.

I don’t get a chance to protect myself as Chad lifts a rock and bashes it into my head.

I fall limp, agony swelling through me.

These men are now out for my blood and body. I prepare for the worst.

Chapter twelve

Eliana

Kidnapped

“TAKEOFFTHEnetand hold her still, Mark.” Chad glowers at me as he crosses his arms. “She needs to be taught her place.”

My breathing quickens with my fear. A dozen thoughts paralyze me long enough for Mark to untangle the net. He manages to grab my hair before I can react. I buck my body, refusing to make it easy on them.

Screaming, I project my voice as loud as possible. We can’t be far from where they took me away from the others. And then I remember Kellan’s words. He’s always nearby.

I open my mouth to call for him, but Chad slaps his hand across my face, covering my lips with his dirty fingers. I gag, his disgusting body odor assaulting my nose.

My stomach twists, and I bite him as hard as I can, refusing to let go even though he slaps me again. Adrenaline numbs my pain, and a feral part of me awakens. The part of me that will do anything to survive. The part of me that excuses murder as long as it’s me or them. And right now? I pick me.

“You bitch!” he shouts, trying to tug his hand away. “Mark, get her now, you asshole!”

I continue to bite harder and harder, knowing that if I keep at it, I can bite the fucker’s finger off. The thought grosses me out, but it also satisfies me. I want nothing more than for him to feel the fear he instills in me. He deserves to feel the pain he’s already put me through tenfold.

I grind my teeth into Chad’s flesh, turning my gaze to Mark. He doesn’t see the figure stalking up behind him. A machete chops into the side of his neck, and Mark’s eyes widen. He opens his mouth in a silent scream, but he can’t get his voice to work. The machete slams into his neck again, and then again, and I bite Chad so hard at the same time I watch Mark’s body fall that his finger tears away in my mouth. Blood drips across my tongue, and I spit and gag, finally releasing Chad’s hand. He trips over one of the roots of a tree and lands hard on his back.

I don’t let him get up. I scramble and get on top of him, jabbing my fingers into his eyeballs, feeling the heat crawl up my hands as blood gushes from his sockets.

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