Olivia Anderson
The music pounded louder, drowning out my chattering teeth in the cold water. They threw in more ice each time the water seemed to get warmer due to Mendoza's scotching heat.
“Hang on, princess…I won't let anything happen to you, just hold on.” Mendoza spoke life into me. His voice was like an anchor that kept bringing me back to life.
Alpha Harlan stopped his dance, turned to us like he just remembered he was tormenting us for hours, then clapped his hands like this was all a game to him. For which, maybe it was.
“Enough floating around like drowned rats,” he bellowed, waving toward the wolves. “Pull them out. I want to see how long they last before they beg and submit.” He growled.
I struggled to keep my eyes open even as Mendoza didn't let his arms off of me.
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