Page 98 of Unhinged Alphas

Protecting Whiskey.

Says he smells poison.

Poison on Whiskey's breath.

"I'm telling the fucking truth!" Whiskey bellows.

He staggers, but he's fully awake now.

"Valek must have taken her," says Plague.

I already know that.

I'm already two steps ahead.

They're too slow.

Can't stay here.

Need to find her.

Have to save her.

Charge past them.

Out the door.

Into night air.

Scent trail. Faint. But there.

Ivy.

Valek.

Snow and dirt mingled where boots shuffled.

A small bare footprint in the snow.

Ivywas struggling.

Trying to get away from him.

Drag marks from legs.

And then only boot prints.

He picked her up here.

Threw her over his shoulder like a prize.

Blood pounds in ears.

Muscles coil.

Ready to spring.

Ready to kill.