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Kiara's POV

I struggled against the men that held me dragging me out of Dorian's pack house.

They were fully outfitted in their own pack and black and wire nose masks to preserve their identities.

"Let me go. I said let me go!" I struggled moving from side to side. I couldn't calm down not when Ashly had told me on no certain grounds that I was going to die.

I finally closed my hands around the cell phone I had seen one of them slip into his pockets as I swayed yelling at me to set me free and when I moved away, the phone was finally in the sleeve of the jacket that had been placed on me to mask the presence of the cuffs in front of me.

One of the guards grabbed me by the back and my hair tangled around his finger yanking me up before giving me a tight slap that made my ears ring and my vision blur.

I let my body hang limp in their grasp but I maintained a strong grip on the phone and one of my abductors tossed me over his shoulder and then into the boot of their vehicle.

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