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guttural growl rolled out smooth and
angry.
    She opened her mouth to scream, but suddenly
something closed over it. In a blinding moment, she felt hands
grasping her from multiple directions. She was bound, gagged, and a
bag was placed over her head. She struggled frantically, but
moments later she was being whisked away as she kicked and
clawed.
    Eventually, Allison realized that fighting
was futile, so she relaxed. She was being carried, and she could
hear additional footsteps nearby. This must be Victor and his
pack , she thought.
    After a while, she heard the click of a door
opening, and then another. Finally, she was placed on a soft
surface. Her bonds were removed, but then she felt her wrists being
bound again.

     
    “Victor, I assume,” Allison spat with a
voice full of vitriolic disgust.
    “You are our mate,” Victor snarled.
“We claimed you first!”
    “I will never be your mate!” Allison
shouted, spitting in his face.
    Victor’s hand flew into the air over his
shoulder as if to backhand her, but suddenly the sound of
splintering wood and shattering glass yanked his attention away
from her. His head snapped backward, and in an instant, he shifted
right before Allison’s eyes, leaping into the air and twisting his
body to face the door.
    Michael stood panting in the doorway, his
eyes narrowed and his fists balled beside him. His bare chest
heaved, and he gritted his teeth so fiercely Allison could hear
them grinding.
    “Not today, Victor!” Michael snarled through
clenched teeth.
    Victor lunged, and faster than Allison even
thought possible, Michael shifted. Shreds of his jeans flew into
the air and began to flutter around him, and he exploded into a
raging ball of rippling muscle twitching beneath a blanket of gray
fur. They connected, and curled into a snarling, snapping ball that
rolled right out the door.
    Victor’s cronies shifted and dashed out the
door after them. She could hear the cries of canine pain from
outside, and her heart began to pound, nauseating her. She lifted
her head, trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening.
    “Shh,” someone whispered, and she quickly
glanced to her right where she saw Logan smiling reassuringly as he
loosened the ropes that bound her right hand.
    She left someone loosening the other, and
she turned her head to see Luke, who nodded a brief hello.
    In seconds, her bonds were released, and she
leaped to her feet. Logan grabbed her hand and pulled, and she
quickly followed him out the back door, moving as silently as
possible.
    Once outside, Logan and Luke shifted. Logan,
she noticed, was smaller and pale gray with a snowy white chest,
while Logan was thicker and his gray coat was mottled with flecks
of white and rust.
    Logan lowered the front half of his body to
the ground in front of her, his muzzle resting on the ground with
his tail thrust into the air. For a moment, she stared at him
awkwardly, and then she realized what he wanted. She swung her leg
over him and grabbed two thick handfuls of the fur at the nape of
his neck.
    Logan rose and began to sprint, Luke dashing
along beside him, occasionally looking over his shoulder. Logan
sailed over a fallen tree and ducked under a low branch. Allison’s
heart leaped into her throat and stuck there, choking her as she
clung fiercely to Logan’s thick fur. They were moving so rapidly
she could scarcely breathe, and the forest was a hazy blur of
greens and browns. She screwed her eyes tightly shut and buried her
face in Logan’s neck, hiding from her own terror.
    Luke growled something and Logan barked a
hasty reply. She could hear their paws rustling the leaves as they
dashes away, two distinct sets of paws. Two.
    “Michael!” she found herself gasping aloud,
her eyes popping open. “Logan, stop! We have to go back!”
    Logan yelped with distress, but he continued
to dash through the forest. Her heart had already been pounding
furiously, but now it felt as though it were about to explode.
    “Logan,