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didn’t use my powers. Shock, I guess. But I should have. Maybe then I would have gotten out of there. But no. They came for me and knocked me out. I don’t remember what happened after that. I woke up here, and then a couple of weeks or so later, you came too.”
     
    Reed held her to his chest, trying to give her the strength she needed, knowing he was lacking. She stopped crying, exhausted emotionally as well as physically. A salty trail of tears remained on her cheeks. Reed wiped away their evidence with the pad of his thumb, taking in the softness of her skin.
     
    “No matter what happens, I will find a way to kill him.” Reed’s voice deepened with a promise of vengeance. He sounded cold and calculating, unlike his normal self. But maybe like he was worth something.
     
    “You’ll have to take a number and stand behind me. Because I plan on killing those bastards and dancing on their graves.”
     
    His Hannah was a force to be reckoned with. Sexy. He nuzzled her hair, inhaling her honey and crisp apple scent.
     
    “Reed?” Her soft voice tickled the faint hairs on his chest.
     
    “Yes, baby?”
     
    “Why do they want us?”
     
    That was the question, wasn’t it? One he’d been contemplating since he woke here next to, but not touching, the sweet witch in his arms.
     
    “I think they took you because you are a rare healing earth witch. You might be able to aid them somehow.”
     
    “That’s what I thought. Odd to think a man so bent on pain would want a healer.”
     
    “I’d try not to think about that too much,” Reed whispered as shivers racked Hannah’s body.
     
    “But what about you?”
     
    “I’m not really worth anything. I’m just a plain werewolf. It must just be for ransom. They could have taken any of my brothers and had their powers on hand. But no, they took me.” A nobody artist with no title. Just the blood of the Alpha running in his veins.
     
    “Hey, that’s not true. You are worth something. You are powerful. I’ve seen you. Don’t count yourself short.” Her indignation at his self-deprecation was nothing short of cute. Wrong, but cute.
     
    “I’m only an artist, Hannah. I’m the son of the Alpha, but I don’t have a title. I’m not really Alpha enough to be useful to the Centrals or even part of the Jamensons frankly. My brothers are so much more.”
     
    “Reed Jamenson, this isn’t the time for a pity party.” She scowled at him, her bottom lip puffing out.
     
    He looked at the stone walls with their chains and lack of light.
     
    “Hannah, baby? This is the perfect time for a pity party.”
     
    Their laughter mingled, boarding close to hysterical. Shit, they really needed to get out of here. Fast.
     
    The metal door screeched open, bringing their laughter to a frightening halt. Without a word, Hector strode in, lifted his arm, and shot at the two of them.
     
    A slight trickle of light bounced off the barrel of the gun a split second before Reed threw himself over Hannah. The deafening sound of a bullet leaving the chamber echoed off the walls. Reed flinched as the lead bullet tore through his flesh. He grunted but didn’t scream. No, Hannah was doing enough of that for both of them.
     
    Hector shot again, the burning smell of acrid flesh as another bullet penetrated his skin stung his nostrils. Hannah called his name, but he bit his lip, holding back a groan of pain. He mustn’t show weakness. The bitter taste of blood filled his mouth as he bit his tongue to stop from reacting.
     
    Two more shots. Two more ringing after effects that made him want to vomit. Two more lead bullets mutilating his back. If it were Hannah in his place, she’d surely be dead. But he was a werewolf; he could withstand this. Hopefully.
     
    Hector laughed, and Reed forced himself to turn to the evil sound.
     
    The man lifted the gun and blew at the tip, as if smoke would resonate from it like in the olden days.
     
    Sick bastard .
     
    Blood trailed down his back