The moment she saw that gun, Clara shifted.
It had been years since the last time she fought as a wolf, but her instinct as an Alpha told her that shifting was her only chance to win or escape.
Her bones crackled. Her eyes flicked. Just when she was about to call out her wolf, the man fired and the bullet hit her. It went directly into her stomach, and it was filled with specially-made tranquilizer. Clara didn’t even get a chance to think before she passed out on the floor.
That tall man didn’t linger. He quickly waved his arm in the air, signaling his companions to come inside.
The other two men in the same uniform went in and picked Clara up from the floor. They then used the staff-only passage and took the French Alpha to a black van parking underground.
Once they all got insid
