for the Twin Rivers bitches who just started a war.
I can smell Conrad and Saul, and I think Ryden too, all of them closing in on me. I push my leaden legs harder, desperate to get away. Rage the likes of which I’ve never felt before explodes inside of me like an atomic bomb, and I don’t know if it’s coming from Tyran or me or a combination of us both. I hope Presley catches up with him soon and that he can get here fast enough.
“Where’s the wolf we were supposed to meet? Burke said he’d be here with her and to bring him too. That was the agreement,” I hear Saul ask stupidly as I try to duck behind a tree and hide.
His words don’t make sense to my muddled mind. Is Burke here? I sniff for the cowardly piece of shit, but his scent isn’t anywhere on the wind.
“Who fucking cares? He’s not here, and we’re not going to sit here all day waiting for him. Go get her, she should be down by now,” Conrad orders, and I debate playing dead and trying to attack them by surprise, but I worry if I lie down, I’ll never get back up again.
I lean against the bark, trying to stay upright. The tranquilizer is deadening my senses and slowing my reaction time, but I wonder if you can build up a tolerance to this stuff, because even though I feel its effects, I’m sure as fuck not down like they think I should be.
I pray to the moon and all the stars that Tyran is close and on his way with help. I even crack a smile at the thought of what he’s going to do to these fuckers when he finds them. Suddenly, Saul’s big ass face pops up in front of me, and all thoughts of Tyran and help disappear as I try to tap into my rabid and fuck him up.
I’m slower than I should be, but when he tries to pull me away from the tree, I launch my hands forward and dig my thumbs into his eye sockets, pressing as hard as I can. I bellow in rage as he stumbles back with a scream, tripping on a bush behind him. I fall with him, determined to blind the bastard and take him out of the equation. He shouts and claws at my hands as I try to crush his eyeballs. I feel one give with a sickening pop, but before I apply more pressure to the other, I’m yanked off of him and slammed to the ground.
My lungs empty completely, and I can’t scramble away before Conrad’s on me. He presses his knee into my chest, pulling a long knife from his belt. I try to scream to force him off of me so that my lungs can expand, but he presses the blade to my neck and gets in my face. When his weight shifts, I gasp in a desperate breath of oxygen, then try to push at his hand to move the knife from my neck. But the brute is huge, and the drugs have suppressed my wolf and her strength.
“Don’t move, Seneca, or I’ll fuck that pretty little face up,” he threatens, pressing into me harder. A whimper forms in my throat, but I shove it down. No, these bastards won’t get a peep of weakness or fear out of me. “Burke can’t wait to see you again,” he taunts, the blade of the knife slowly moving from my throat down my chest, a stinging trail left in its wake. “When a wolf called three days ago and informed Burke that a certain little pet had it too good here, he happily traded that wolf a place in our pack to get you back. Now you can get the punishment you deserve since Ruin Falls turned out to be so disappointing.”
Conrad’s words spiral around me and leave me reeling. Did Presley set me up? Did she do this?
Threateningly, his knife dips past my belly button, down to between my thighs. I suck in a breath as he twines the sharp tip of it through my curls and then lowers it to my seam. The disgusting smell of lust permeates the air, and I try to struggle out from underneath him again until he presses the blade to the inside of my thigh. I go still. My mother taught me all about anatomy, and I know if he cuts me