Emira was barely awake when she became aware of the people around her. Their voices were low, cautious and scared. Well, that was new. She'd never known them to fear someone so much.
She didn't need to open her eyes to know who her kidnapper were. She would recognize those vile scents anywhere. These were the same men who had haunted her for years-the ones who had tormented her ever since she had started to change, ever since she had grown breasts and caught their filthy attention.
Her heart thudded in her chest, but she kept her breathing steady, pretending to still be unconscious. She had learned long ago that silence and weakness was her best weapon. Especially when it came to the wolves of the Moonville Pack, who thought them above Omegas.
If they thought she was out cold, they might talk. And if they talked, she might finally learn what they wanted this time.
