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curled up into a ball. His hands rubbed along her arms and legs, trailing her stomach and breasts.
    She fought the urge to shudder.
    Oh God. This isn’t happening.
    “Little human, do you know why we took you?” Another voice spoke and Corbin lifted his hands.
    Willow lifted her head, following the sound of the voice to meet the eyes of their Alpha.
    Little human? Oh God. It wasn’t a nightmare.
    Although something inside told her to lower her eyes in submission, she refused to give him the satisfaction. Most likely of Hispanic ancestry, he looked to be about thirty-five with tan skin and mangy brown hair. His eyes were such a deep black they sent shivers down her body. Dressed in slacks and an expensive button down shirt, he didn’t look like the gang leader she’d thought him to be. He looked more like a muscular business man on his way to a lunch meeting.
    The slap across her face echoed through the room and forced her to whimper.
    “Lower your eyes, bitch! You are not fit to be in my presence, let alone to look into my eyes. You’re lucky I don’t kill you on the spot. But then that would be putting an end to my fun, wouldn’t it? No, little human, you’re going to be my toy to play with before we kill you. Then your Jasper is going to know who is master won’t he?” No longer did he sound the angry leader, he sounded like a malicious, sadistic man. Bile rose in her throat as her fear almost overpowered her. He gave her a menacing snarl then tugged at the chain on her collar to pull her toward him.
    “Would you like to see what is going to kill you?”
    He nodded toward to the man who’d abducted her, Isaac, who began to strip. Long scars trailed down his body and Willow tried to turn away. Hector tugged at her chain again and forced her to watch. Isaac bent at the waist and knelt. Willow gasped as the sounds of bones breaking and shaping resounded throughout the room and hair sprouted through his skin down his arms and torso. The bones on his face angled and lengthened to resemble a snout. His body heaved and twisted as he completed the change. Where Isaac had stood as a man, now an enormous golden eyed, black wolf hunched. The wolf hethrew back his head and howled, sending shivers down her spine and goose bumps along her arms.
    Willow screamed.
    Screamed and screamed while trying to scramble way. The leader only pulled on the chain harder.
    “You will die by his claws and teeth. You will be begging for death before he is through with you, little woman.”
    He tugged on the collar again, cutting off her breath. Dear God, please save me. As she fell to floor with black spots dancing across her vision, the wolf crawled on top of her. Drool dripped down her body. She reached out, trying to reach for an escape that wasn’t to be found and blessedly passed out.
     
     
     
     
    Willow shot up and winced as pain lanced through her body. Memories of what had transpired flooded her mind. She was locked in a den of werewolves. The monsters of her nightmares were real and on other side of the door ready to kill her after they – she gulped – played. Willow had always thought she was stronger than most, but even this was too much for her.
    Tears wet her cheeks as she begged God for a chance. Please God, let Jasper find her and save her. She was alone in a cold, dark room with no chance of escape. Sorrow enveloped her. Please, Jasper. Come.
    Jasper.
    The Alpha had taken her because he had a feud with her mystery man. What had he done to deserve that wrath? What did she even know of him? What little she’d overheard during her stay led her to believe that he, too, was a werewolf. But he’d been near her for weeks and never hurt her. Why would that cruel man take her to hurt him?
    When Jasper came, he’d be answering her questions.
    If he came for her.
    Willow took a deep breath and flinched at the pain in her ribs. Damn. They were probably broken. She needed a doctor.
    Finally closing her eyes, she calmed