The SUV swerves in front, cutting me off.
The doors open and four people get out. Three males. One female.
âTold you it was her!â
The manâs voice is deep and slurred. Clearly drunk.
A few years ago, a situation like this wouldnât have been more than an annoyance. But Iâm not as strong or fast or capable of defending myself.
And four against one are not good odds.
I call to Ava, hoping maybe this time, I feel something.
But thereâs nothingâ¦
Unable to shift, I keep walking, stretching the distance between us.
The second male, a twenty-something guy in a gray suit, blocks me. âItâs her alright. Seanâs ex.â
âWhere you going, sweetheart?â itâs the first male again. Heâs on my right, but moving behind me.
Theyâre boxing me in.
âSurprised they let you out of prison.â The guy in the suit smiles. âBet you were lonely in there.â
He smells like whiskey and malice. I donât need my wolf to see the dark desire in his eyes.
The female is laughing. Her eyes sparkle with something malicious too. The male on my right side, I remember now.
Chris Peterson, a businessman that Seanâs pack had dealings with. I met him at some business dinners. Heâs sleazy and I never liked him.
The four of them are wolves. Low-level, but still dangerousâ¦
Chris steps closer to me. He brushes my cheek, and I jerk away from his touch. âThereâs gotta be better ways for you to make money, Grace. Come with me,â he says. âIâll pay you for the night. Beats sweeping the streets.â
The woman laughs again. âYou were a lawyer, and now youâreâ¦what? Janitor?!â
I can take the humiliation.
But what Chris is proposingâ¦
âLeave me alone.â I duck under the gray suitâs arm, but the third guy grabs me.
âMaybe you didnât hear my friend,â he says. Heâs stocky, his fingers crushing my arms. I feel the bite of his grip through my coat.
Chris grabs my hair and Iâm dragged backwards.
âStop!â I scream.
But thereâs no one to hear me.
The men snicker and turn back to the she-wolf. Two of them crowd her and then shove her into the back seat of the Range Rover. Sheâs laughing again, and Iâm horrified at whatâs happening.
âChris, you canâtââ
He slams my head into the building. My backâs against the wall. I canât escape.
He knocks my head back again and my vision dims. âS-stop!â
His hand tightens around my throat and I claw at his wrist âL-Let me goâ¦â
Chris jerks at his belt and his eyes flash. I start kicking. He blocks me and then curses when I land my knee in his groin.
âYou b*tch!â
He backhands me so hard my ears ring.
I have no doubt this wolf can and will overpower me. But I canât give up.
âYou wanna run, Grace?â His eyes light up again, his wolf close to the surface.
Thereâs no contest. In his true form heâd run me down, and I wouldnât survive.
âN-No,â I whimper.
âIâll even give you a head startâ¦â He draws back and Iâm frozen with indecision.
If I stay, heâll hurt me. If I run, heâll chase me down and hurt me more.
âOneâ¦twoâ¦threeâ¦â heâs counting.
I canât just stand here.
I shove off the wall and run as fast as I can.
I cut down a deserted side street but he follows. Chris isnât rushing at all. Heâs toying with me.
âSixâ¦sevenâ¦â
I run for all Iâm worth, and at the count of âtenâ I hear the low growl.
Not of a human.
A wolf.
I race for the nearest main street, thinking if I can get somewhere more populated, Iâll be able to escape. Chris canât fully shift within city limits.
But I never get the chance.
His snarling form gains on me and in the next heartbeat, Iâm slammed to the concrete. I roll and scrape across the ground.
I try to get up but canât.
Chris pins me down. His eyes glow with his wolf. Running only excited his beast more.
âYou thought I forgot the way you insulted me, b*tch? You told Sean to stop working with me. It cost my family millions!â
His teeth elongate. âBut he isnât here to protect you now.â
Is he going to kill me? As a rogue, I wonât be missed.
âFight all you like, but Iâm going to f*ck you like the b*tch you are, right here on the street.â
I fight hard, shoving and scratching at his arms and face. But heâs so much stronger than I am.
Ava! Please!
Desperately, I call to my wolf. But thereâs only silence.
Sheâs retreated to some deep part of my soul or the long exposure to the silver has permanently severed my bond to her.
Chris catches my wrists and slams my arms above my head. Then he fumbles with my clothes.
âThatâs right,â he mutters. âFight me. Scream if you want. Nobodyâs coming.â
He tears my coat, my pants.
âPlease! Stop!â I scream, tears leaking from my eyes.
His claws cut into the skin on my arm where he holds me.
âStop it! Get off me! Stop!!!â
âI think you should listen to the lady.â A cold voice sounds behind me.