Tanya’s POV
“Quick! Take my hand Tanya!”
Cathy’s urgent plea pulls my gaze away from the two fearsome men in the doorway, and despite the request for haste and her outstretched hand, I don’t take it. Something within me snaps into place as I suddenly realize the reality of our situation, and what I must do to ensure that our captors don’t win. “Go without me.”
“What? No!”
There is no time to hear out her protests, so I quickly interject. “Cathy the only way to escape from the third floor would be to jump. I have no wolf form. I’d be risking my life trying to jump,” even with the absence of any discernable bump, my hand instinctually places itself where it knows my baby is kept, another life I’m now sworn to protect, and I smile tenderly at the thought. “I won’t risk my baby’s life.”
