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o’clock.
    “Scrambled eggs and damn.” Mentally, he was already doing the math. The wolf pack quartered in a condo complex near Scottville, maybe fifteen minutes from here via US 10, another fifteen minutes back. Considering he’d have to break into the alpha’s strongroom, could he make it there, free Emma, and drive back in time to catch the ferry?
    With sail time set for half an hour from now, it seemed unlikely.
    He dug his free hand into his hair. Rescuing Emma might make him miss the ferry. Missing the ferry might make him late helping Sophia.
    Might make him too late to save his sister’s life.
    “D-Dr. Light? Are you there?”
    Emma’s voice was so small, so hopeless.
    Swearing again, he swerved out of line, spun a U-ey and, tires screaming, tore out of there. “I’m coming, Emma. Just hang on.”

Chapter Four
    “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
    At the rough growl, Emma spun to see Bruiser stride into the room. Before she could stop him, he snatched her phone from her frozen hand and threw it to the floor, so hard it cracked and burst into a pile of component parts.
    She stared at it, trembling, swallowing hard, swallowing again. As a Techie Titan, given enough time and spare parts, she could put the thing back together.
    But the shock of his violence, the sight of her poor phone there on the floor, insulted, broken, its usefulness disrespected and ultimately devalued, made her feel fragile. Helpless.
    No, it was worse than that. He’d smashed, not just the phone, but her connection to Dr. Light. Without it, she felt lost.
    Utterly alone.
    How would Dr. Light know where to find her now? Her condo’s address was listed on the employee application, not her alpha’s. Although Dr. Light was smart. He might figure it out.
    She didn’t know if the idea relieved her or scared her worse. Human against alpha wolf—the math wasn’t comforting.
    Bruiser latched onto her wrist and hauled her stumbling from the room. She tried to put on the brakes. “What are you doing? Moonrise isn’t for another hour.”
    “Pre-ritual ritual.” His lecherous grin curdled her stomach.
    He dragged her out of the condo and across the hallway into 1B, where three thin, bruised women cowered in a living room that had once been pretty but was now threadbare, its wallpaper faded, its furniture and decorations tattered.
    “Ladies. You get another roommate tonight.” He pointed at one, a dishwater blonde. “You. Go get the drink.”
    The blonde leaped to her feet—and tottered a moment, off balance because of the protuberance of her belly. She was pregnant.
    Emma swallowed bile. This was Bruiser’s harem. These women looked so unhappy, so beaten.
    How long would it take the he-wolf to make her look like them?
    The blonde slunk back in with a plastic tumbler, offering it to Bruiser with a thin, trembling hand.
    Emma’s veins iced. Her single advantage was mobility. Gone, if he drugged her. “What is that?”
    “You ask a lot of questions. I thought it was cuz you’re smart, but now I think it’s cuz you’re a nosy bitch. Shut up and drink.”
    He grabbed the glass from the blonde and shoved it into Emma’s face.
    One whiff told her it was laced with barbiturates.
    Smart? Damn it, she had to be smart now, smarter than Bruiser—or at least smart enough to think her way out of the immediate threat, drinking this crap.
    Seemed impossible, with him watching so closely.
    Her shoulders slumped. Maybe it was for the best. Her chances of escaping were thin; her chance of rescue even thinner. If she drank the drugged liquid, at least she wouldn’t be horrifyingly conscious for the abuse coming. She reached for the glass.
    Her hand trembled like the blonde’s.
    Fuck, no way. She was not going gentle into that good night. Bruiser might win in the end, but she was going to fight him with tooth and claw the whole way, even if blood ran down her fur…
    Wait, that was it. She had to drink—but the liquid didn’t have