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A growl erupted from the wolf’s muzzle as it entered behind me, head pressing down into the carpet. He lifted his muzzle and howled, lips curling back in a snarl.
“I know, Cowboy.”
A crow entered next, flying into the room and doing a quick sweep before landing on the mattress with a couple of short hops. A caw erupted from its mouth.
“Yeah, they got her,” I confirmed.
Shadows sank into the room from the four corners, growing in intensity as the darkness took over, chasing away all hint of light. Red eyes emerged, glowing in the blackness, promising pain and death.
“We’ll get her back,” I vowed.
We kept the truth from Henny to prevent her from learning the secrets of the Reaper’s Vale.
Wicked things haunted this beautiful valley.
And now, they were unleashed.
HOW THE HELL DID THIShappen? Twice?
Ridiculous! Two kidnappings only days apart? Seriously?
I had the worst luck of anyone in the state of California.
The prospect who led me from my room met up with a couple of guys in dark suits outside the compound. They were fast. Efficient. No one noticed our hasty retreat until we approached the fence. Two prospects were shot, silencers on, who tried to intervene.
Pools of blood spread out beneath them as I stared, blinking, as the kidnappers rushed me to the gates.
Where was Devil? Raiden and Reaper?
Panic seized my chest, and I tried to break free, only to be whipped across the back of the head with something heavy and blunt.
My eyes fluttered as my vision tunneled. I went limp seconds before I began to fall. My face smacked into the earth as I heard laughter. Fear surfaced just as I lost consciousness. I only had a few seconds to hope that my bikers were still alive before the darkness swallowed me in its vicious maw.
“Henrietta.”
My mind began to awaken, thoughts slipping back in as awareness of my situation returned. Something teased my senses, brushing them with a cold familiarity.
“Henrietta.”
My eyes snapped open in terror as my worst nightmare became a reality. A room painted pink. The bed with white sheets. Leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles. A speaker above my head where the voice spoke.
“Remember me, Henrietta?”
Nooooooo!
I thrashed against the bindings, desperate to yank myself free. They found me. The cult brought me back.
I wouldn’t be a victim again. No fucking way.
“Stop struggling. Your protectors are on their way.”
Why tell me that? To give false hope?
“Let me out!” I screamed.
“Be patient, Henrietta. All will be revealed.”
A laugh followed his words, belonging to a different male voice. Someone I hadn’t seen or talked to in years. The man who wore the black robe and robbed me of my childhood.
