Jacqueline fought like a cornered tigress, thrashing wildly as she clawed at the arms of the man dragging her away. Her heart pounded so violently it felt lodged in her throat, but she refused to stop fighting. She threw every ounce of strength she had into resisting him.
She didn't care that her own nails tore at her skin in the process. The more fiercely she struggled, the tighter his hand clamped over her mouth. The pressure was brutal so crushing that she feared her jaw might shatter beneath his grip.
"Fucking stop struggling," the man behind her sneered.
But his words meant nothing.
There was only one thought racing through her mind.
She had to get back to the wolf.
Damien was dying.
The mere thought made her heart tremble painfully inside her chest.
She twisted her body, attempting to slam her head back into him again from the side, but he anticipated the move. In a flash, he shoved her away with ruthless force.
