Page 165 of Moon Claimed

My head.

Hands.

Body.

I tried to speak, but my lips couldn’t open. Jolting awake, my eyes flew open. I couldn’t move my hands!

Oh my god.

Was there duct tape over my mouth?

The world swayed like an ocean, and I choked back rising bile that couldn’t escape with the tape over my mouth.

Are you okay?I asked my wolf.

Don’t feel good.

Rhona shot me with a dart. A fuckingdart. That she hated me enough to resort to that method nearly brought forth a free surge of vomit.

I really didn’t feel so good.

Where was I?

My feet were bound with rope. They’d bound my hands in front of me with rope too. I was lying on a metal floor. The small platform had rail sides. A remote-control panel sat above my head.

I was in a cherry picker tray.

Blinking, I studied the twilight sky above me.

We’re not in the shed,I thought at her.

How long had passed?

I tensed at the telltaleboomof the cannon.Shit.The game had started? We’d been out for hours. Or they’d shot us multiple times.

I struggled against my bonds. This couldn’t mean anything good. Rhona wanted me out of the game. She had something planned.

The tray jolted down, and I choked back fresh nausea.

We cannot shift, my wolf slurred.

The sedative affected her more than me, but she was right. I couldn’t feel my wolf form. I should be able to hear and smell far better than this. We needed this tranquiliser to wear off, which meant not getting shot again.

These human limitations were debilitating. I felt so vulnerable.

Head lolling, I closed my eyes and relaxed my body as the tray continued to lower.

“She still out?” someone asked.

Valerie.

What a cow.

A hand gently slapped my face. The male sighed. “Yeah. She’s out.”

Billy.

Let’s make a coat out of their skin after this,my wolf said.