Page 15 of Scorned


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My wolf was distracted, muzzle to the ground, sorting out how best to get out of the space.

“Charlie, it’s okay. You will not be harmed.”

“You’re under our protection.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. I might have been in wolf mode, but I knew I hadn’t agreed to any security, and I definitely hadn’t bent a knee to an alpha.

All the same, I revved back, made it look like I was approaching the two hulking men who watched me with curiosity and maybe a bit of patronizing amusement. I kept my nose to the floor, taking in the scent of sun-kissed skin and a tinge of musky sweat. Their wolves might have been tucked away, but I knew I’d encountered these two before. I punished my brain, banging against the locked memories, searching for some answers. Where had I been before this? What had happened? How had I come to be here?

“Charlie…”

The one with cascading hair, a man I was only starting to vaguely remember, actually crouched, as if I’d let him touch me. I didn’t know what his intentions were, but he was obviously delusional, or perhaps he thought I was a pet. His pet.

A memory burned down to my throat. There had been a collar—a painful, brutal binding against my will.

I shook my head, let my muzzle spray saliva to the ground and gave a warning growl, flashing fang at them both.

The one on the left took a step back like he got it. But the stupid one with the hair? He just kept moving closer, inch by inch.

“Do you remember me, Charlie? I’m a friend.”

I had no friends, least of all wolves. I crouched lower.

He took that as a welcoming gesture.

Moron.

I allowed him to get closer then snapped, pushing my fangs deep into his hand until teeth met bone. He swore. I gave a shake, wrenching his hand toward me before letting go. Then I turned, racing away, heading straight for the wall of windows. I knew what my wolf could endure, and glass was nothing to my tough skin.

I sprang from my haunches, compensating for the smooth floor, launching myself with every muscle I had, my lower back and my legs, propelling me forward. I tucked my muzzle between my forepaws then crashed through the glass. It shattered like sparkling diamonds.

There was a shout behind me, shoes scrambling on marble.

I hit the grass and rolled, shaking bits of glass from my fur as I did. There was stinging along my back and head, tiny cuts that were already healing. I stood, glanced over my shoulder at the two men, who were now standing at the window, their eyes flashing amber and silver. A shadowy memory twinged, but I pushed it away. No time for that. Then I turned and bolted into the forest, determined to put distance between me and them.

“Let her go,” I heard one of them say like an echo in the trees. “Levi is out there tonight. He’ll make sure she doesn’t get far.”

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