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carrying. “I’ll play nice. Just stop.”
    The enforcers released the buttons around their necks with arrogant smirks. Cade and Zerrik immediately pushed to their hands and knees, both males panting as they struggled to regain their breath. Abby, however, didn’t move.
    “She’ll be okay,” the one named Rhys assured her. Without hesitation, he marched through the gathered wolves and bent to scoop Abby’s small, limp body into his arms. “She’s just unconscious, probably from the pain. Her heartbeat is steady.”
    Unwilling to take him at his word, Thea tilted her head to the side, blocking out everything else as she strained to hear what Rhys heard. The quick but steady thumping of Abby’s heart threaded through the sounds of the surrounding forest and the competing thrum of the other pulses. Thea sighed inwardly with relief.
    “Come,” Rhys beckoned, jerking his head toward the tree line. “The Gathering will be starting soon. You need to be ready.” He met her gaze, his eyes narrowed and intense, communicating to her without words not to cause any more trouble. “This way.”
    Without waiting to see if they’d follow, Rhys started back toward the forest, Abby cradled in his massive arms. Cade followed immediately, his steps faltering as his legs continued to visibly shake from his recent torture. With a wary glance at Thea, Zerrik nodded once, then fell into step behind Cade.
    Thea didn’t like it, but when one of the enforcers grabbed her by the elbow and shoved her roughly toward the rest of the group, she had no choice. Instead of trailing behind, however, she marched purposely past Cade and Zerrik, slowing only when she reached Rhys’ side.
    “Where are we going?”
    “To the cabin,” the wolf answered simply.
    “Great. What the fuck is the cabin?”
    “You won’t be hurt,” he assured her.
    Yet.
    The word lingered unspoken between them. Thea didn’t miss that fact that he hadn’t answered her question, but she’d find out soon enough. Instead, she asked another.
    “How long have you been here?”
    “A while.”
    Moonbeams illuminated his skin, casting shadows in the dips and curves of his hard body. His muscles bunched and flexed with every step, his shoulders rigid, and his back tense. She had the strangest urge to touch him, to feel his bare skin beneath her fingertips, and trace the faint scars. She wanted to offer even a small measure of comfort or reassurance.
    Of course, she did none of those things. Rhys might be a prisoner, but he was still a werewolf. Clearly, her electroshock therapy had fried her brain.
    Sighing, she tilted her head back, staring up toward the moon in an attempt to calm her racing pulse and dispel unwanted thoughts. Only, she couldn’t find the moon through the dark, heavy clouds. A frown tugged at the corners of her lips, her gaze inexplicably drawn back to Rhys. His skin still glowed, bathed in moonlight. She stared up again.
    By the third time she’d looked between the sky and the wolf’s back, panic constricted her chest, her stomach twisted into knots, and though she shook her head, she couldn’t deny the facts. Rhys didn’t glow, not in the traditional sense, and his skin didn’t reflect the light of the moon. Instead, she could only describe it as a radiance, an aura of sorts, one that burned from the inside out, and one that only she could see.
    “Fuck.”
    Rhys grinned, but he didn’t feel much humor at the situation. “I wondered when you were going to get there.”
    He’d picked up the female’s scent before he’d even cleared the trees. Warm and rich, with just a hint of bite, like spiced vanilla on a brisk autumn day. At first, he’d hurried his steps, eager to find the source of the inviting fragrance, but it hadn’t taken him long to realize he rushed towards tragedy.
    Stepping into the clearing to find the new prisoners surrounded by guards, he’d hoped he’d been wrong. He’d hoped the scent appealed to him because of some