** Paige’s POV **

The grip on me is like iron restraints. One arm bands across my ribs, pinning my arms, the other pressing a warm hand over my mouth so tightly I can barely breathe.

I kick and twist, but whoever’s holding me is bigger and stronger. Unnaturally strong. A wolf for sure. Hopefully, one with good intentions. I don’t think it’s any of my mates. I’m not getting that safe feeling they bring, but then it’s hard to feel safe at all right now. I try to force ...