Page 74 of Wolf's Redemption

John had a different attitude. He was no longer the disdainful man with airs of superiority. Now, he looked aggressive, violent, and intimidating. I tried to move, but I had been tied to the chair so that it was impossible to move a muscle.

"You got what you deserved, you bastard," I screamed at him at the top of my lungs. I was not the type of woman to lower my face, I never was, and I wouldn't do it in front of this man.

John didn't take my comment well and brought his face closer to mine and locked me straight into the eyes. "Say it again," he said with a venom-laden stare and pressed the barrel of his gun into my stomach. "Not so brave now, are you?"

I gathered all my courage, spat in his face, and head-butted him with all my strength.

John fell backward and writhed on the floor, covering his face with his hands. He yelled in pain.

One of the men came over to him to try to help him, but John pushed him away. "Don't touch me, or I'll kill you too, along with this fucking bitch," he shouted, getting up from the ground.

John grabbed the gun away from the man next to him and walked towards me with a broken nose and a wound on his forehead that was leaking blood from the bucketful.

"See what you just did?" he tapped my temples with the barrel of the gun in a frantic manner. "Now I'll put a hole in your fucking head."

I wasn't ready to die. I thought about my son, Eric, and the few people I truly treasured. I wanted to live more. I wanted to marry Eric, see my son grow up, and visit new places in the world. I tried to force the ropes, but they were too tight, and not even my inner wolf was talking anymore, I was lost, and there was nothing I could do.

"Go to hell," I yelled as he put his gun between my eyes. I closed them, waiting for the shot.

"What the hell is that?" one of the men shouted.

John peeled the gun away from my head, and the howl of a wolf echoed throughout the warehouse.

"It's a damn wolf," another of them shouted.

"No, I've never seen one that big. It's something else," John said, firing at the wolf behind my back. The shots we so close to my ears that I could hear the bullets cut through the thin air.

I saw as if a black cloud flew over my head straight towards John, knocked him on his back, and with one bite, the wolf ripped his hand off with the gun still in it. John screamed in pain, and suddenly another wolf came out from behind the crates and pawed at the face of one of the men who had kidnapped me, knocking him unconscious.

The other two kidnappers tried to escape, but the wolves were quicker and, with a direct bite to the neck, knocked them unconscious.

"Shit! my hand," cried John crawling on the ground in the wolves' opposite direction. "Please help." He implored, but the larger black wolf bit him in the neck, leaving him lifeless.

Are you okay?I heard Eric's voice in my head clearly.

I was in shock at what I had seen. I had never witnessed anything like this.

Yes, I'm fine,I replied in the same manner.

The black wolf, with dark eyes, stood in front of me and shifted into Eric. He was naked, and his sculpted body was full of blood. Next to him, the gray wolf shifted too into Andrew.

"We have to get out of here," Andrew said, taking a knife from one of the corpses and cutting the ropes.

Eric carried me in his arms and led me to the black car I had seen near the bus stop.

"Thank you," I said, still recovering from the shock. "I thought I was going to die."

Eric got me into the car in the passenger seat and stood at the door, waiting for Andrew. While we waited, he stood next to me and wiped the blood off with a white flannel in the car.

"I promised nothing would happen to you while you were with me, Cathy. I will protect you for all eternity," he claimed.

"How did you know where to find me?" I asked.

"Andrew followed you all the time. As soon as he saw you being kidnapped, he called me and followed the kidnappers," he let me know.

I felt bad for the way I had spoken to Andrew back in the street. If it weren't for him, Eric wouldn't have saved me.

“I owe him an apology.” I hugged Eric. His body was giving off a little steam, and he was hotter than usual, but I still didn't want to let go.