Harper's POV
I shuddered at the sight of his dagger. If I didn't have a baby in my arms, I'd have tried fighting him off, but I couldn't. Not when he had a silver dagger shoved down the length of his pants.
"Please, don't hurt me. I'll go wherever you want me to go but just leave my child out of this," I pleaded, hoping that his heart would soften and he would listen to me but the grim smile on his face showed that he didn't care if I lived or died.
"What makes you think that I'm interested in your daughter? You are the one I want, and if not for your existence, I'd have been enjoying my abilities as a werewolf," He scowled at me and I jerked back.
I quivered, wondering why no one could sense that something had gone wrong. It wasn't their fault anyways, I was the one who decided to bre
