Chapter 41

Alpha Kenn's tightening grasp causes my face to scrunch up in protest. My teeth clench, I whimper like a hurt puppy, yet he continues to drag me away from the house and towards the tree line. The burn on my chest throbs. I wonder what kind of monster it takes to be shot and to walk away fine. "Let go," I seethe, attempting to yank my wrist from the cuff that is his hand, "you bastard! Where are you taking me!" Adrenaline brings my vocabulary to that of a sailor's. "You piece of shit, you...