Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
My animal form is still under the influence of whatever the hell I was given, but I still acquit myself well. I jump and I bite and I knock tables of breakfast foods over as the others try to get me under control.
The problem is, both Abel and Isabella have their own beast forms, and they take them in short order. Abel is a massive black toned wolf, and though Isabella is smaller, she is as vicious in her animal incarnation as she is in her human form.
They take me down, Isabella biting underneath my neck and belly, Abel launching himself on top of me, pinning me down beneath the bulk of his body. I writhe and fight, doing all I can to make my escape. If I can just get to a window, I will throw myself out it.
But I can’t. The drugs are seeping through my system, making me weak, and those who are holding me have clearly done this before. I whine and I yap, calling for my mate. But he is not here. I am alone in what has unexpectedly become enemy territory, and there is no telling what they are going to do to me.
Smack!
“Wake up!” A harsh female voice accompanies a painful slap across my face.
I open my eyes to find myself tied up on a bench of some kind. I’m lying face down, but the bench itself is tilted up enough to allow my tormentor to look at me. I am naked because the shift ripped all my clothes. Tactical error. My ankles and wrists are manacled in place, my back legs spread wide around the bench. This is a lewd and unseemly position. I don’t think she did it to be sexual. I think she did it to disrespect and humiliate me.
What the hell is happening? Abel sedated me, and now I’m in some kind of… dungeon? The walls are stone and lit by flickering lights. Isabella slaps me again, the other cheek this time, a satisfied look on her naturally cruel features.
“Look at me, you little bitch.”
I look at her, confused and annoyed. I should probably be scared, but I think whatever I was given is taking the edge off my fear.
“You don’t belong here,” she says. “We all know it. You knew it too. That’s why you left. You should have stayed away.”
“Why are you so afraid of me?” I am groggy enough to ask the first question that comes to mind.
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“You stink of fear,” I say.
Abel laughs, apparently enjoying the way I am speaking to Isabella. He is standing behind her, his arms folded over his chest. He has an interesting expression on his face, somewhat grim, and somewhat resigned, as if he doesn’t like this, but feels like it is necessary.
“I knew there was something wrong with you. I knew you were wrong,” she hisses at me. “Now I know what you are.”
“I know you are, but what am I?”
I mumble the question back at her, stupidly. She hates me because she’s always wanted to fuck Cain. She’s jealous that he’s my mate and not hers, and now she’s done something so fucking stupid, he’s probably going to kill her.
“Why are you here, Abel? Cain’s going to kill you.”
“Cain’s coming,” he says. “We’ve done this for him. He knows what you are. I’d be surprised if you survived.”
What the actual fuck.
Cain
I wish the helicopter could fly faster. Will has told me that Isabella decided to take things into her own hands, which can only end badly. That she-wolf has been looking for an excuse to hurt Kira since she came to Denholm.
The White Wolf is a legend at this point. Plenty of people don’t believe in him at all. During the Second Cold War, he was a Russian spy known for his clandestine brutality. He was known to intelligence as one of the greatest threats to national security. That’s what the government knows. What they don’t know is that he was a shifter. A wolf.
He enacted a reign of terror, killing every shifter he ever encountered. According to the stories, he murdered well over a thousand wolves. The Denholm pack is what it is today in part because of his influence in weeding out the smaller, less well defended packs, annihilating entire bloodlines.
There’s never been any indication of him having mated a female. But… another tingle goes up my spine. It’s possible he met his mate here. And it’s possible the connection was too great for him to ignore. He might have bred her because he couldn’t resist, and she might have survived for the same reason I soften toward Kira so often and so greatly.
“He’s our Genghis Kahn,” Will is saying. “If we do have one of his bloodline in custody, this is absolutely momentous.”