When we reached the pack house, the three men were standing around—arms crossed over their chests, masks covering their faces, everything so utterly unrecognizable. The wolf who had found me gripped my waist and tossed me through the air toward another masked wolf.
He caught me in his arms, his growl lower and deeper inside my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He took me into the house, locked all the doors, and placed me on my knees between the four of them.
“Let’s get this off her,” one of them said, ripping my shirt right down the center. My bare breasts bounced out of it, and his leather-gloved hand squeezed one roughly as he growled, “f**k, Pretty Bird. I’ve been wanting to see these for so long.”
I remembered my conversation with Gaian earlier and the way he had grabbed me so ru
