Her stomach turned. Leaning forward she could no longer contain the vomit she’d been trying to keep down. Everything she had consumed within the last few hours came up. The pack around her started to curse and move away. Someone kicked her thigh sending her down to the ground. Fortunately, she didn’t land in her own vomit.
When her stomach settled she stood once more to look at the stage. The silver from the chains hurt her skin. Glancing down she saw the red raw skin was bleeding in places from where the metal touched her. Wiping at her brow, she wished there was something more she could do.
The sound of a feminine scream interrupted her thinking. Mary saw the only person who had been nice to her. The girl was no more than fourteen. Jessica was her name, and where the other pack members had ignored Mary, the young teenager talked about her life constantly. Mary found it strange that out of all of the pack, Jessica always smelled different, as if she didn’t belong. At times, Mary was sure she and Jessica both smelled the same way, but no one said a thing about the young girl, at least that she heard.
Watching the man haul the girl up onto the stage, Mary had to look away. Jessica wasn’t a bad kid. She was young, sweet, and hadn’t been polluted by other members of the pack. Jessica didn’t see full blood or half blood. The young girl saw people who happened to change into wolves. The innocence within her eyes was something to be cherished, not ignored. Mary had been ignored most of her life. The only time she hadn’t been overlooked was when she’d been bitten. At twenty-five years old she’d not even had a sexual experience with a man. It was pitiful, but being a fuller woman came with its own set of issues. She’d been on the receiving end of cruel jokes, and she saw the real intent in the eyes of the men who asked her out. Mary preferred to keep everyone at arms’ length rather than risk getting her heart broken or even crushed through bad decisions. Keeping her guard up allowed her to live her life in peace.
“No, no, no, no, please. I’ve done nothing wrong,” Jessica said, begging for her life.
Staring down at the ground, Mary felt the fear through to her bones. Jessica’s pleas were getting to her. There was no way she could let anything happen to the young girl. Glancing up she watched as someone tugged on the chain around Jessica’s neck. The cries were too much, and before Mary could stop herself, she’d shouted at them.
“Leave her alone. She’s a young girl and has done nothing wrong.” Her voice carried through the air travelling over the rest of her pack to land on the man doing damage.
Biting down on her lip she heard the rest of her pack curse as their enemies turned to her. The men had attacked before she had gotten a chance to get naked and run. Some of the pack were not that lucky and were in fact naked. Even though she’d been this way for the last eighteen months, Mary hadn’t gotten used to seeing other men naked. She’d seen more cocks and breasts than she cared to remember in the last few months.
“You speak out for this piece of sniveling trash?” the man asked. He was the Alpha, and when he spoke Mary felt something answer within her. It was like her wolf knew his voice and was kicking at her skin trying to get out.
She didn’t have a clue who the man was. She’d never seen him before in her life. Mary knew she would have remembered him from the way he looked alone. He was well over six feet, and down one arm going up to his neck was a black tattoo that interlocked and wrapped around his thick arms. The Alpha didn’t wear a shirt, only a pair of really tight jeans that settled on his hips but outlined his thick legs. He wouldn’t be put down easy in a fight, and every part of him oozed power, masculinity. Mary hadn’t met another man like him. From his aura alone she was bowled over, and not just because she was bound within silver chains.