It took about a few seconds before she recovered enough to continue walking.
Well, talk about an annoying man.
First he promises her a ride, lifting her hopes high, then just walks away.
Now she had to get home feeling more annoyed than before.
What was wrong with men and being unable to fulfill their promises?
Would it have hurt him to just say his name and leave. Why offer a ride then walk away.
Frustrating.
"Great, there you are." A voice called from behind, halting her movement.
The person's voice was deep, yet hunger filled.
It made her heart rate increase again.
Slowly and cautiously, she pivoted, reaching into her bag in case she would find anything that could work as a weapon if things didn't get pretty.
But the moment she noticed the three huge men, her eyes widened and all forms of hand movement went numb.
They would certainly be capable of curling her to a ball in seconds.
Thinking about that made her breath disappear.
Oh no.
"You've been—"
Before he had a chance to finish, she turned and ran.
Ran as fast as her legs would take her.
Ran as fast as her adrenaline would make her.
Her heart furiously pounded against her ribcage, but she couldn't care about how it made her chest ache.
She ran.
First the fact she was a terrible runner.
She ran.
Clutching her bag tighter, she ran!
The men laughed, before following.
And within seconds, one of them grabbed her elbow, cutting her run short.
"Let me go!" She cried, trying to yank herself free, but he was just too strong.
They laughed even louder at her struggle. "Don't you know, dear, that we like it when our food run."
The words caused goosebumps to trail up her skin.
What did they mean?
Thoughts of what they could do to her made her tremble.
Would they probably beat her up? Rape her? Or possibly kill her?
Those three possibilities made her tremble and tears filled her eyes. "Please! Let go! Help! Somebody help!"
Her cries for help were obviously useless, considering how silent everywhere was.
No one could be around at that time.
No one.
Not a soul.
Not a breathing soul.
Well, except…
"Let go of her or you all die."
The familiar voice caused all heads to turn in that direction.
A small feeling of gratitude bubbled in her at the sight of Zayne.
How he'd arrived, she didn't care. All that mattered was help was around and she wasn't alone.
One of the men groaned. "She's our dinner Alpha Thornhart. Don't come in the way."
Dinner? Alpha? What was going on?
Zayne didn't even stare at her, his expression cold, but composed.
"You should know enough that I don't like to repeat myself twice." He took a step forward, and the men visibly tensed.
The one holding her looked like he was contemplating if to let go.
"But, I will say this one last time." He locked gaze with the man holding her. "Let go."
Everywhere stilled.
Silence.
The type capable of deafening a man.
This looked like a huge decision for the three men, it only made her confused.
From the looks of things, one might assume if they didn't heed, they could be fighting their possible death.
Why?
Who was Zayne to them?
Normally, she'd have bothered to think more about it but geez, how could she care when her life was literally at stake.
In the hand of a man she knew nothing of.
The man's grip around her hand loosened, and she immediately tried to yank herself free.
Just when he seemed about to let go, he grabbed on tighter. "No."
Maybe he was the leader, because at his word, the two others nodded, stepping forward though she noticed their hesitancy.
"You can't control us. You might be an alpha, but you're not our leader. The rogue leader." One of the men, a red haired, said. But obviously, he sounded way more confident than he looked.
Zayne only raised a brow. "Well, you called for your own death."
Before she had a chance to think about what was going on, snapping bones could be heard, stripping clothes followed then what she never thought she'd ever see came to view.
A huge wolf stood in front of her. Someone (something) who was supposed to be Zayne.
The three men shifted afterwards, growling instantly.
Amidst all the chaos of snapping bones and all, a loud scream echoed.
It took a second to recognize the scream as hers.
Because this wasn't a dream, but here she stood, in between four wolves.