Wolf at the Door: Salvation Pack, Book 1 by N.J. Walters Read Free Book Online Page B

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    She swallowed hard. Surely he hadn’t assaulted her. She would have remembered that. Wouldn’t she? Common sense came to the fore to assure her that hadn’t happened. The only physical effects she felt were from the crash.
    But someone had stripped her clothing from her and put her in this men’s shirt. Someone had seen her naked. Had touched her arms and legs and probably more. The idea of being that vulnerable to a virtual stranger made her stomach queasy.
    She rubbed her hand over one of the sleeves and a woodsy scent rose from the fabric. Jacque. It was his shirt she was wearing. She recognized the smell and it made her toes curl. She should take it off on principle alone, but she wasn’t sure where to find her clothing. Better to be wearing something of his rather than have to run around butt-naked.
    It was time to figure out what was going on. She shifted her legs over the side of the bed and waited until a bout of dizziness passed. No doubt about it, she had a slight concussion. She hoped it wasn’t a serious one because she needed her wits about her.
    The ends of the sleeves fell over her hands so she took a moment to fold them back until they were cuffed halfway down her forearms. It took her longer than she thought it would to manage such a simple chore. She was so tired. All she wanted to do was lie back down on the bed and go to sleep.
    “Time to move,” she ordered herself. She eased her feet onto the floor and used the bed for support as she stood. Her knees wobbled slightly but held. The cold from the wood floors seeped through the soles of her feet and she wished she had a pair of socks.
    There was a rather large dresser off to her right. Not a bad place to look. She felt no qualms about carefully opening the dresser drawers and looking through them. There wasn’t nearly enough light to see by and she didn’t want to risk turning one on and attracting attention. By feel alone, she found a pair of sweat socks in the second drawer and some silk boxers in the third.
    She wanted to cry at the thought of having to bend over to put on the items, but better a pain in the head than a bare butt and cold feet. Yes, the shirt covered her and fell to mid-thigh, but Gwen still felt exposed.
    She carefully perched on the edge of the bed and drew on the boxers. They were big and fell to her hips when she stood. She grabbed them by the waistband and held them up. This wasn’t going to work. She thought for a moment and then twisted the fabric, knotting it at the side. It wasn’t perfect but it would do for now.
    The socks were harder to put on. By the time she’d finished, she felt like tossing her cookies and her head was spinning so badly she could barely see straight. But she gritted her teeth and waited for the worst of it to pass.
    This time when she stood she was ready to face whatever waited beyond the door. She shuffled over, using the furniture and wall for support. It was only when she got there she realized it wasn’t even closed all the way but was opened the barest crack.
    She held her breath and drew it open enough to slip through. Male voices drifted down the hallway and she froze. How many of them were there? She’d seen the two brothers, but that didn’t mean there weren’t more of them.
    Werewolves. They were real. Or at least she thought they were. Her poor brain was so scrambled she wasn’t sure what to believe anymore. What she did know was she’d been kidnapped and needed to escape. Not that she was in any shape to make a run for it. She had no idea where she was and she needed something more substantial to wear. And shoes. Shoes would be good.
    She barely breathed as she inched down the hallway, grateful for the thick socks that muffled her footsteps.
    “What do you plan to do with her?” she heard a man ask. She didn’t wait for a reply. She boldly stepped into the light, blinking when it hurt her eyes. Better to take the offensive than to cower in the shadows.
    “Yes, what