“Not you. You.” The newcomer growled and her insides quivered in utter fear.
“Get up.” The dominant male growled.
There was a rustling noise as the male complied. “I just wanted to look at it.”
“Her.” A low vibration. “She may not be our species but she is a female. Did she give you permission to open her clothes?”
“I didn’t think so. Who hit her?”
“I didn’t mean to…”
Another slap, by the softer sound, the impact was less hard. The male still staggered. “At least be a wolf and admit it,” the newcomer said.
Hayden took a deep breath. “Fine, but only after she head-butted me first.”
“Yeah?” Gruff and impatient. “Why did she feel the need to do that to you?”
“Um…” her abductor said followed by silence.
“Are you sure that’s all you have to say?” A low growl. “You didn’t do anything to deserve the retaliation.”
“N…no,” he stammered.
Another low growl. “Untie her.”
“I wouldn’t recommend—” It was Sawyer.
“Do it.” His voice so low that she could barely understand him.
Her gag was removed. Her lips were so dry that they seemed to stick together at first contact. Her blindfold was next, the light hurt her eyes rendering her momentarily blind. A male who she suspected was Sawyer fumbled with the ropes at her hands.
“You’d better speak quickly because if her story is different than yours, your penalty will be much worse. As it stands you are in deep shit.”
Stephany rubbed at her wrists trying to get the blood flow back.
“Fine,” Hayden huffed. “I hit her so that I could get her away from the vamps.”
“Why did she head-butt you?” A low growl.
“I touched the side of her leg. I just wanted to look at it.”
“What? Look at it with your hand?” There was another loud crack and Hayden yelped.
“You will apologize to the female.”
“I don’t see why I—”
“I’m losing patience with you, pup. You touched and unclothed this female without her permission. You are lucky I came in when I did.”
Her eyes finally managed to focus on the male in front of her. He was naked so she looked up. His eyes were narrowed, angry, filled with hate. His lip was bleeding, his right eye swollen shut and there was a small cut on his forehead, it oozed blood.
He clenched his jaw. “I’m sorry I hit you and touched you.” Her tormentor looked anything but as his one good eye narrowed on her.
“Don’t you ever forget your place in this pack.”
“I won’t, Ward.” The male, Hayden, lowered his head.
“Why did you take the female?” Her eyes drifted to the one she now knew to be Ward and the air threatened to seize in her lungs. The male was huge. Taller than Brant and that was saying something. His shoulders were broad, his biceps bulged. Unlike vampire males, the wolves had some hair. The shirtless male had a light smattering on his chest, as well as in a line that led from his belly button down his rock hard abs…thank blood he wore jeans. Low riding, faded encasing narrow hips and thick thighs.
“She’s important, Ward. You should’ve seen how they fought for her. One of them gave his life trying to save her.”