Perry was starving and parched. "I'd really love to know why they dragged me here. Could you untie me? I swear I'll make it up to you."
"Make it up to me?" The werewolf's interest piqued, a slow grin creeping onto his face. "How? Gonna offer yourself up?"
Her head throbbed at the implication. Definitely not the time to tick him off—getting out came first. "There are plenty of ways. I could pay you. A lot."
"What am I gonna do with all that cash?" he scoffed, eyeing her more closely now. The longer he looked, the more he liked what he saw. Their pack lived over the mountain, tucked away so remotely that hardly any female wolves showed up, and the village girls were more interested in running off than settling down. Finding a mate here was near impossible—they usually had to snatc
