Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Whoever that guy was, he’s afraid of him.
I slip out of the apartment and go down the stairs, into the warehouse. Something makes me stop at the van. I didn’t check it out on the way in, but I definitely take a look now. There’s a whole other bank of surveillance equipment inside. High-tech stuff. Military grade.
Whatever these wolves are doing, there’s a lot of money behind it. They’re very, very serious about not being outed by anybody. I have that feeling you get when you’re being watched, the tingling down my spine, the hairs raising on the back of my neck. I look around. Can’t see anyone. But I do know one thing: I need to get the hell out of here.
Now.
I get out of the van and someone grabs me while another someone shoves a bag over my head. I am carried and bundled into what is probably another van. I don’t fight, because I know fighting is a waste of time. I’m not strong enough to fight a man, let alone a wolf man. Let alone two of them.
I stay still. I keep quiet. I let them think they have a passive little victim on their hands. I haven’t forgotten that I have a gun. And they didn’t pat me down. They just grabbed me like I was a package scheduled for pickup.
I can’t see through the bag, though. I suppose I could take it off, but that would alert them to the fact I’m not tied up and I don’t want to get tied up… though I guess if I shoot them fast that won’t matter.
I’ve never shot anybody before, and I’m not sure I want to start. In movies, this is usually the sort of time when someone is rescued. Is Gray going to rescue me? I sure as hell hope so. I don’t want to have to be the sort of person who shoots other people. I was never going to shoot Gray. I just wanted to frighten him. And maybe shoot him.
I decide to keep the gun a secret. It’s tucked in a band underneath my pants, and as long as they leave those alone, I assume they won’t notice. Gray was just promising me that I was his and that he wouldn’t let any harm come to me, so I have to assume he’s not going to let any harm come to me.
Having come to that conclusion, I continue to sit still, small, and quiet, and I let them take me.
I can predict the conversation before they have it, because I have heard it before. There’s nothing new here. There are two people here, and they are having the conversation wolves always have when they have me in their grip.
“We should kill her.”
“Smell her. She’s got Gray’s seed all over her. He’s her illegitimate mate. We can use her. Remember who his father is.”
“Pack law says we kill her.”
“And I say we keep her and use her.”
None of these people follow their own laws. This is the second, no, third time I’ve been spared when I should not have been. Either there’s something about me that’s just very moreish to wolves, or I’m one of the luckiest people in the world.
“Is it this one? Or the next one? They all look the same to me.”
“Warehouse 75,” the other person says.
The van keeps driving, and I keep quiet and they take me to the location they’ve clearly prepared. Wolves have to have a den of some kind. Historically that’s a fortress or a castle, somewhere they can protect themselves from aggressive humans. That never used to stand out because everybody with the slightest bit of sense had a fortress or a castle. These days there aren’t so many structures, but a good warehouse does much the same in terms of function.
Being taken from one dodgy warehouse to another feels redundant. They could have just done whatever they were going to do at Gray’s warehouse. I guess the old adage applies. This is my scummy fucking shit hole of a warehouse. There are many like it, but this is mine.
“Put her in with the others,” a voice says. “And take that hood off. No point keeping her blind now.”
The hood is pulled off my head, and I am left to face the horror of my new situation. It has been a while since something very bad happened to me, but I have come to accept that sometimes very bad things happen to me. Losing your parents young gives you a thickening of the skin that you’ll never really shave all the way down no matter how much therapy you do.
Gray’s warehouse is full of tech and surveillance equipment. This place, when I see it, seems to have been designed to hold people prisoner. Wolf jail.