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attention. My eyes dart to the distant door, and my heart hammers a gainst my chest when I hear angry voices followed by pounding footsteps and slamming doors. The master’s dark, dangerous tone curls around me and squeezes my chest like a tight fist .
    As air evacuates my lungs, ever y instinct I possess tells me I should have listened to Stone, because everything in the master’s rage warns me that I’m in very serious trouble here .
    E qual measures of f ear and fury shoot through me and my wolf —s ensing that her life is in grave danger —g rowls in re taliation and prepare s for a fight . My canines punch through my gums and I drop to the floor and hunker low, bracing myself as I wait for the ambush.
    Honestly, I didn’t think my first night back was going to be a ple as ant one, but I didn’t think it w as going be my last one either .
     
     

Chapter Three
    Time slows to a n agonizing crawl as I continue to wait . Seconds tick by and soon minutes turn into hours. I stay crouched low, hunkered down on my hands and feet, but when the invasion never comes I begin to suspect that t he anticipation of an attack is far w orse than any torture t he master c ould possibly inflict upon me .
    Perhaps that was his intention all along.
    A long time later a noise finally penetrates the quiet of the cellar, and when I catch the tantalizing taste of bacon on the tip of my tongue I know morning is upon us.
    Desperate to face the master, desperate to know what happen ed between him and Logan last night and what he really wants from my mate, I shake the fog from my sleep-deprived brain and prepare myself . M y knees ache in protest as I pull myself to a standing position and stretch out my stiff limbs .
    The sound of m y popping joints echo in the quiet and m y ears perk for sound from above . A s I diligently wait for the upstairs door to creak open, fresh outside air rushe s into my cell from the ventilation system and I drag the vineyard’s scents into my lungs . Beyond the grapes I catch hints of rain in the air, and off in the distance I can hear the low , menacing growl of thunder.
    Since it rarely rains in California, especially this time of year, I can’t help but think the approaching storm is a warning sign of things to come. But with a n autumn storm comes rain, and the downpour will help mask both the scent and the tracks of the wolves waiting in the shadows .
    When I think about my small army, m y mind briefly flashes back to th ose dark, vague images I glimpsed on the security monitors last evening . I can only hope that everything on the outside is going accord ing to plan and my team is ready and awaiting the signal . If not, if by some chance there is a fatal flaw in our plot to overthrow the master it could mean …
    Refusing to contemplate the prospect, I will the basement door to open and wait for a hint of morning light to filter downward . I can sense Sandy staring at me , sense the anger simmering just below the surface. When a low, threatening growl rumbles in the depths of her throat , a sinking sensation begins in my core and spreads onward and outward .
    I slant my head to see t he young wolf . With her golden hair hanging in wild curls, her cold , calculating eyes look stark against her small face and sunken c heeks . When those big orbs shoot silver darts into my back I feel nausea well up inside me .
    Without bothering to hide her hate, s he climbs to her feet and stalks to her door to await the handler . S he wraps bony fingers around the bars and when I see how thin she’s become , it renews my purpose to get her out of here, to get her safe, warm and properly fed.
    Both sadness and guilt force my watery gaze back to the stairwell . While I’m unable to face those accusing eyes of hers , it doesn’t mean I don’t want to go to her, to pull her into my arms and console her . T o let her know I hadn’t abandoned her here while I chased game and gorged on fresh meat in Olympic National park