Sylvia's Torment (Enforcers and Coterie Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

attention away from them and focused on the two men to her right.
    They, too, wore white lab coats, also masquerading as scientists. Their bodies blocked her view, hiding their work. Their low murmurs reached her ears with ease.
    “Need to be quick when we harvest the eggs. She’ll heal fast.”
    “What about silver? That’ll slow the healing process, correct?”
    “Yes, but we don’t want to poison her. She’s our strongest one.”
    “Take them all at once then or chance doing the procedure multiple times?”
    “All at once. Better to freeze them before they get too old. We can find some donors to create embryos.”
    Steal her eggs? All her eggs? Like humans, werewolves had a finite amount. Unlike humans, they were fertile once a year due to their long lifespan. This would sterilize her, make it impossible for her to ever have children.
    They wouldn’t even need werewolf sperm to fertilize her eggs. One werewolf parent was all it took. As a dominant gene, it guaranteed a life of howling at the moon. Children were born with a ticking clock until puberty hit. Up until then, they looked, smelled, acted and bled like human children. They were also sterile until they merged with their wolf.
    She squeezed her eyes shut, cutting off the tears that threatened to overwhelm her. While she hadn’t given any thought to children, she didn’t want these sadistic bastards stealing that choice from her.
    Cautious and stealthy, she tested her restraints. Nothing. No straps around her wrists or ankles. No bindings on her chest or thighs. Did they trust in their drugs that much? No one had woken early before and attacked?
    A miscalculation on their part. Or they hadn’t expected one of their own to weaken the drug dosage.
    A drug made for werewolves, one that didn’t metabolize within minutes. Her whole race was vulnerable. The Coterie needed this information, needed to find a way to counteract it.
    Her hand twitched, reacting to her urgency. The scientist at her feet pinned her in place with his silent glare. Damn, that man had the most empty, frigid eyes. Animal instinct woke in her, demanding she escape his presence. He was the biggest threat in this room.
    Not yet. Patience. Soon, you can attack. You’ll know when. His voice drifted through her mind, weaker than before. The spell was fading.
    “Who are you?” she mouthed to him.
    Cameras watched every move here as well, and she tried avoiding them. Doubtful she succeeded, though. Then again, what did she care? Either she soon escaped or they’d recapture her. And subject her to another round of torture.
    Revenant.
    The ghostly response drifted through her mind. How fitting. Revenant, another name for ghost. The phantom who scared even the Coterie. No trace of his existence aside from his vigilante acts. No friends or family claimed him. Who or what he was, unknown by all.
    Those marked for death by him made their funeral arrangements. He never missed, never hesitated and never took pity.
    Stories circulated the races about him, each more horrifying than the last. He’d killed an entire thirty-strong werewolf pack by himself. By hunting humans for sport, the werewolves had rendered their lives forfeit with their actions. The Enforcers had investigated, searching for evidence. Instead, they’d found dead bodies from both races. Revenant had beaten them to it.
    Fuck, here was the meanest, spookiest badass of their world. And he was working to save her life.
    She closed her eyes. Hope, the stubborn bastard, clawed its way forward. Revenant on her side increased her chances of escape.
    Thoughts of home, of her pack and her parents crowded her mind. She might see them again! Had they given up on her, or did they still search for her? Did her parents mourn her?
    Tears gathered, threatening to fall. This line of thinking wasn’t helping. It would distract her, make her weak.
    Derek, Top Alpha of Ontario. He wouldn’t give up, not while he had breath left in his body.