Olivia’s POV

I rushed to the back of the store. My muscles twitched with tension and anger. I was going to rip whoever touched her to shreds.

I reached the back aisle, and I was right. Olivia sat helplessly on the floor, and around her stood six men beaming at her lustfully, deciding what to do with her barely conscious body.

One of the men turned their attention to me, and the rest followed suit.

I snarled at them and felt my wolf bubble with agitation. Seeing Olivia lying on the floor ...