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had been taken away.

 
    Four
     
    T he sleepiness was wearing off again, and Presley
was finally able to hold her eyes open without feeling as if it was the biggest
burden of her life. She noticed straight away that a reoccurring chill had
taken residence in her arms, and it was terribly uncomfortable.
    What is going on? She wondered as she tried to
lift her arms. She needed to get the circulation going in them again as soon
as possible. There was no worse feeling in the world than pins and needles
from an unconscious limb.
    Well, except for that .
    Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach when she
realized she couldn’t lift her arms. They were tied behind her back. Why?
    Oh my god, what’s going on? She wondered as her
mind went into panic mode. Where was she? How did she get here?
    Her green eyes wandered around the room, taking in her
surroundings as she tried to answer the thousands of questions buzzing around
in her head. Things like this only happened in the movies.
    Yet you can turn into a bear, she reminded
herself as sweat trickled down the side of her face. Why was it so hot?
    Lorcan , she thought. She shifted, squirmed, and
wiggled against her restraints. A small whimper of fear managed to escape
between her tightly pursed lips as she turned her head from one side to the
other. Her blond hair fell into her eyes, but she hardly paid it any mind as
she tried to figure out how to free herself.
    The sound of the door opening quickly caught her
attention, and she lifted her head to see a man standing there. He was tall,
thick, and the look in his eyes told her he was nothing more than pure
wickedness.
    “So you’re finally awake,” the man observed as he
crouched down in front of her. His head angled to the left as his golden eyes
shamelessly roamed down her body. “You know, little bear, I’ve not seen such a
pretty ursithrope since, hm, I think it was nineteen eighty seven.”
    She could feel his gaze creeping over her chest and
Presley’s brows lowered in disgust. This man gave her the heebie jeebies-and
for good reason. His appearance screamed trouble, and the energy that
surrounded him made her stomach churn.
    The jagged scar that ran from the bottom of his right
eye to just beneath his lower lip was faint against his olive skin, and she
briefly wondered how he’d received it.
    “Nineteen eighty seven was a special year, wasn’t it?”
He inquired as he leaned in a little closer. As his fingers touched her cheek,
Presley flinched and immediately turned her head away from his caress. How
dare him!
    “You don’t have to be shy with me, Sugar Bear,” he
chuckled. “I was…..close to your parents, you see.”
    Presley’s head whipped back in his direction as she
stared at him. He had to be kidding, right? Him and her parents? Friends?
Impossible! She knew who he was. No one had to tell her. He didn’t have to
introduce himself. This was the man everyone had been talking about. He was
the alpha that caused Dimitri so much pain; he’d taken Liam away from his
family. This was the monster she desperately wanted to slay.
    The icy sensation of dread that had been pooling in her
stomach for the past few minutes began to rise into her chest, gripping at her
lungs. The familiar shudder that rippled through every muscle in her body
reminded her that she was capable of killing the man in front of her; and oh,
she would if given the chance.
    “Your mother was just as beautiful,” he continued as he
gripped her chin between his thumb and fingers. His eyes burned into hers as a
smirk lingered on his lips. “She was special to me.”
    I’m going to bite your face off, Presley
promised silently as she squirmed to get away from him. I’ll give you a few
new scars to add to the collection.
    “You’re not very talkative, are
you?” He questioned as he tilted his head the other way. “I could never get
your mother to shut up.”
    Presley rolled her eyes, her lips tightly pursed
together as she fought