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I felt another burst of heat and anger flash through me, and I screamed, cursing both Night and Troy as loudly as I could.
“Put me down!” I called. “Put me down, you asshole!”
Night ignored me, so I continued.
“I’m so sick and tired of werewolves doing whatever they like to me! Why can’t any of you listen to me for even one second?” I punctuated my questions with another volley of ineffective blows to his back.
“Probably because you’re so fucking annoying,” he growled. “Shut up already.”
“No! I hope I scream until all you hear for the rest of your life is my voice!”
I had spent my entire life with my head down. And now I was mad enough to leave any wolf who crossed me bloody and blue—if only my strength could match those desires. All I had going for me was my voice, but it was unlikely that any of the Kings would hear me; the ceremony was still in full swing, and everyone would be focused on getting drunk or getting lucky. Few would pay the screaming any mind.
Angry tears filled my eyes and were stolen by the wind. Once again, I was powerless to do anything as another Alpha stole me away to do whatever he wanted to me. Why couldn’t I be in charge of my own life?
I wiped the tears on my arm and lifted my head to look back toward the Redwolf cabin. I saw Troy’s men burst out from the door, eyes glowing brightly in the darkness. Because they weren’t encumbered with a screaming, fighting girl, they closed the distance much faster than Night could run. They were within thirty feet, now twenty, and the tree line was still a few yards away.
But before they reached me, men I’d never seen before exploded from between the trees, intercepting Troy’s men before they could reach us. Howls split the night as the men engaged each other, some transforming into wolves, others remaining bipedal. I knew those noises would alert the rest of the pack that something was going on.
Night ignored it all. His pace never slowed or faltered, and he never looked back—not even when the sounds of fighting grew louder.
Soon we reached the woods, and my vision of the fighting wolves, the cabins, and the only home I’d ever known was swallowed by trees and darkness.
Night was still running even after we had left the Kings’ compound behind for what felt like several miles. The parts of my body that were directly in contact with Night were fine, but my back and my arms were lit with goosebumps, and my fingers were starting to feel numb. I need to get out of this somehow. I knew I needed to escape, but actually freeing myself from Night was another story entirely.
Of course, Night was extremely strong. Yelling and fighting had done nothing to deter him—his grip on me hadn’t let up once, and he seemed to have enough energy to keep running at this pace forever. I thought about the wolves I’d seen emerging from the forest to defend Night. Then again, I liked my prospects with one werewolf rather than a small pack of them.
He’ll have to set me down at some point, right? Even wolves need to sleep or eat or go to the bathroom. I knew he would easily catch up with me if I wasn’t smart about my escape. Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do to level the playing field between us in terms of strength, agility, or speed. If he wanted to find me, he would probably be able to track me by scent.
Troy had discovered my bag with the supplies I needed to escape, so even if I did get away, I would have no clothes, no food, and no real way of navigating through the surrounding werewolf packs’ territories.
My prospects were bleak, but I still needed to try, didn’t I? I squeezed my eyes shut against the stinging tears. Maybe dying of exposure or hypothermia is better than whatever this Alpha has planned for me. I’d known Troy all my life, but I’d had no idea he was capable of something as sick as confining me to his room to be his own personal sex toy. Who knew what depraved plans this wild Alpha could have in mind for me?
In my dreams, those green eyes had been filled with nothing but tenderness and lust, but I couldn’t trust that, could I?
I stiffened when Night’s pace suddenly began to slow. He let out a sigh as he came to a stop. Here’s my chance! I need to—
“Ouch!” I cried out as Night dumped me onto the cold, hard ground. I was sure I’d bruised my tailbone. “Damn it,” I snapped, pulling myself into a sitting position onto a nearby stump. “Can’t you be a little more gentle? Don’t you know that I’m human, and I’m freezing my butt off right now? Or have you never met one before?”
Night grunted in response, sounding like an animal. Which, I supposed, he was.
I continued grumbling to myself, pulling my knees up to my chest. My plans were dashed now that I was free of his grasp. I realized that I was in much worse condition than I’d thought. Away from the comfort of Night’s body heat and the firm strength of his grip around my legs, my whole body was now shaking with shock and adrenaline. I tried to control my breathing and buried my face in my knees in an effort to calm myself. This stupid wolf is just standing there watching me have a panic attack…
And then something warm draped softly over my head and shoulders. I gasped, lifting my head to see that Night was offering me his black cotton shirt. I was inundated with his woodsy and slightly floral scent, and I eagerly shoved my arms through the sleeves, pulled the shirt down over my knees, and popped my head through the collar.
I froze as I laid eyes on the shirtless Alpha. I had seen countless shirtless men on the Kings’ compound, but none of those men held a candle to Night. His body was all hard muscle, defined and tight. I now had a much better view of his tattoo and the way that the heavy, black lines sliced across each other. The tattoo spilled across his shoulder onto his chest and down his arm, where it ended in a thick, black band around his wrist. Old scars slashed across his chest, stomach, and shoulders.
My gaze slowly followed the trail of dark hair that ran between his washboard abs down to the hard “v” that I’d read about in the books I’d borrowed from Mom’s personal library. In those books, the woman always went crazy for the body of her man—looking at Night, I thought I finally understood exactly why. My gaze lingered around the waistband of his black sweats, and my face went hot. This man was a god.
Night made a low sound, something between a scoff and a growl, and my eyes snapped back up to his face. His eyes were almost too bright to look at, but my gaze didn’t waver. This burly Adonis had just kidnapped me, and no amount of hotness or intensely green eyes could change that I was by myself with an unknown, likely dangerous man. I couldn’t allow myself to forget that.
“Thank you for the shirt,” I said. “But I’ll need to go back for the rest of my things. You have to take me back.”
His mouth smoothed from a slight frown into a straight line, and he turned away from me to look back in the direction we’d come. Unbelievable. Was he ignoring me?
“Hey,” I snapped, rising unsteadily to my feet. His shirt fell down to my knees, and I limped over to him. My legs hadn’t totally recovered from hours hanging in Troy’s room or the shock of our escape, but at least I could sort of walk. “Are you listening to me?”
He remained quiet, staring into the darkness. I clenched my fist. At home, I was always afraid to speak out of turn around a wolf even after they disrespected me. With Troy especially, I tried to keep my head down and hold my tongue. It should have been the same with Night, but it wasn’t.
