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I ran back to the door. I pounded my fists against it over and over again. I screamed Night’s name, I screamed for help, I screamed anything I could think of to get someone’s attention. But no one came. Of course they didn’t. I had never known a wolf who was capable of defying their Alpha. I was no longer hanging from the wall tied up in ropes, but I was still imprisoned in another man’s room.

I took a few deep breaths and examined my finger. It throbbed, but it wasn’t bleeding. After all that activity, I felt too hot in so many clothes. I removed first my boots and then the outer layers of my clothes until I was standing in a pair of loose pants and a large t-shirt. I sat on the bed and looked around.

The bedroom was simple and clean. I figured that this wasn’t actually Night’s room but was in fact a spare bedroom because of the lack of personalization. The walls were made of old, brown wood, and there were no posters. The bed was covered in clean, beige linen and a faded blue quilt