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We were at their mercy, but it seemed crystal clear that the first pack of wolves we’d crossed paths with in Alaska was less than compassionate.
We had one option, and that was to play our capture out.
Galen seemed to think that we were being taken to a camp or compound that belonged to the pack. I agreed. They were bound to have supplies stock piled on site. We’d take what we needed and get the hell out of there the first chance we got.
The Demon Wolf clan was out there somewhere and we had to find them. Our pack, our town and even the alliance were depending on us.
Lincoln gave orders to his underlings and eased the truck to a stop. Galen and I scrambled to tighten the knots on our bonds and secure our makeshift hoods before they came around to the back of the SUV and opened the rear door.
“I thought I told you to tie their hands behind their back.” One of the men shouted, followed by a meaty thump.
“Oomph. I did.” Another grunted. “What they hell, Wylan?”
“Well, why are their hands in front of them then Jerry?”
Wylan must have whacked his partner again because it sounded like a fight broke out behind the SUV.
“Knock it off. A storm’s moving in and it’s effing cold out here, man. Grab ‘em and get ‘em inside before we freeze our asses off.” Lincoln barked at his crew and got them back in line.
I was by no means a fan of our captor but he and I saw eye to eye on at least one thing - it was effing cold.
Bitter winds whipped through the cargo area. Every inch of exposed skin felt like it was jabbed with a thousand tiny needles. Tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes and left frozen tracks on my cheeks.
The storm threw a wrench in our plans. We had no choice but to wait it out before making our escape, but we were getting out of there.
Alive.
Chapter Ten
GALEN
Talia kept up a brave face and I did the same for her. But neither of us were fooled. Our bond had been wide open since we encountered Lincoln and his buddies in the bar. Which meant so were our feelings. Everything was laid bare between us.
She was afraid. So was I. In a way, I hoped she took comfort in that, in knowing that it was okay to be scared and that I didn’t think less of her - or think she was weak.
Any wolf who saw my mate as weak was making a huge mistake. She survived grief, rejection, banishment, a demon attack and a demon mark.
