The gray wolf snarls like he’s agreeing with my kidnapper, and I whimper.
Wake up, Ethan. I need you to wake up.
“N-no.” My voice wavers, betraying me and showing them exactly how scared I am. “You can’t j-just kill someone and get a-away with it. Someone will come f-for you.”
The men around me laugh, and the sound makes me feel small and insignificant, and scared when I realize Ethan still hasn’t moved. Is he breathing? I can’t see his chest from here because I’m too far away and there’s ten men between me and him.
The gray wolf circles around me, but my eyes are on Ethan, watching and waiting for any sign of life. Any sign of hope.
Please don’t be dead.
Agony flares in my leg, making me scream and my legs buckle. My knees hit the ground with a crack. Claw marks, four of them, st
