Ruby
I fought like hell.
My nails clawed at the warriors’ arms as they dragged me through the forest, my feet stumbling over roots and rocks. I twisted, snarling, desperate to break free, but their grips were like iron chains.
"Let me go!" I screamed, kicking out. One of them grunted as my foot connected with his shin, but he barely faltered.
My wolf raged inside me, furious and desperate. But she was still weak, her power buried beneath years of rejection and suppression. If I shifted now, I wouldn't stand a chance against them.
Against him.
Manson walked ahead of us, his broad shoulders stiff, his golden eyes fixed on the path ahead.
He hadn't looked back once.
That should have been a relief. It wasn't.
Because he didn’t need to.
He knew I had no way out.
Bile rose in my throa
