Damien grabbed my arm again and turned my wrist around so he could see it. The skin was pale and smooth. Not a single mark to be seen. “I don’t understand,” he said, “why didn’t it work?”
I laughed, “Because I was not meant for you.”
Damien’s eyes flashed with anger, “You’ve been marked?”
I grinned, “Yup. Micah is my husband.”
Damien howled with rage and the next thing I knew I was on the ground and my face stung badly. I reached up to wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and came away with the blood on it. I looked up at Damien stunned. I had never been hit before.
Damien turned to the two brown wolves, “Rocco, Jude, take Nahemana back to the house.” He smirked, “Do what you want with her until I figure out how to turn this to our favor.”
I gasped.
“And when they’re done, the rest of you can have your fill as well,” he said smugly.
“No! Damien don’t do this!” I begged.
Damien turned and walked away from me leaving me in the company of recently changed and completely naked Rocco and Jude. I tried to get up and run but they were too fast for me. They each grabbed an arm and hauled me kicking and screaming back to the house I had just run from.
