"Wait, hold on!" Perry struggled to stand with her hands and feet tied, wobbling a bit before she could balance herself. "You guys are just doing this for money, right? Name your price—just get me out of here and I swear, I'll pay you."
The scar-faced werewolf glanced back at her, his eyes meeting hers—those clear, desperate eyes—and he paused for a second.
The driver yelled, "Hurry the hell up! What's the holdup?"
Snapping out of it, the scar-faced Paul quickly turned away and jumped back into the truck without another word.
Perry panicked. She'd spent years following her grandpa and teachers into the mountains to gather herbs, so being in the wild wasn't new or scary. But now? Now her hands and feet were bound, she couldn't move, and worse—she was pregnant. She wasn't ready
