Sally's POV
The grip around my body feels like steel bands. One arm wraps across my chest, trapping my arms against my sides, while another hand covers my mouth so completely I can barely draw breath.
I struggle and writhe, but my captor is larger and impossibly strong. Definitely a wolf. I pray it's someone who means me no harm. The familiar warmth of my mates isn't there, making it impossible to feel secure. My heart pounds so violently I worry it might burst from my chest. The ravine engulfs us in shadow, cold dirt seeping through my bare feet, a harsh contrast to the heated form pressed behind me.
Heavy footsteps crash through the undergrowth above us. Multiple pairs. The sound of men moving with purpose through the forest. Hunters, most likely.
My breathing grows shallow against the palm sealing my mouth.
"Where did the girl disappear to?" a gravelly voice demands from the ridge above.
"Stay focused, she couldn't have gotten far," another voice barks back.
