(Danielle)
My fingers shook as I backed away. They hadn't noticed me, not yet.
I texted Aaron.
HELP US. THE ROGUES DRUGGED DAISY.
I shared our location with him, as I surveyed the room.
There were at least four wolves—rogues, unmistakably so. Tension in their posture. Violence in their eyes. DJ Zero was one of them, and he looked ready to hurt Daisy.
My blood ran cold when he pulled Daisy from the couch, his fingers around her throat.
Goddess, please.
I kicked the door open and they all turned to me.
“Well, what do we have here?” one sneered, eyes raking over me like he was deciding which part to chew on first.
“Another little wolf,” DJ Zero said, licking his lips. “You smell like fear, darling, and I like fear."
“LET HER GO!” I screamed. "Let her go."
They ignored me.
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