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A few minutes after the door was shut Audrey appeared from nowhere and stood in front of me. Immediately I knew I was in trouble. “A human slave, boring?” she had her hands folded and was eyeing me as she circled me. “Follow me,” she said as though she wanted to show me something interesting. “No, I am to remain here,” it was the only wise thing to do. If I followed her there was no way I was going to come back in one piece or worse I may not be breathing again. “Oh! you will,” she said with a cruel smile and before I knew what was happening I was surrounded by five more werewolves. One of them stuffed my mouth so that I wouldn't scream and they all dragged me away; there was no way I could resist one of them let alone six. They dragged me to an empty room. There was nothing in the room save for a pile of coal that looked as though it was heating up. I began to trash my body when I realised with painfulness what they wanted to do to me; it was futile. “We just want to have
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Cyrus' POV I was shocked at the extent of damage that had been done to her body and even more surprised that I had not caught on earlier. I had a strong sense of smell as a werewolf and even more because I was Alpha. How had I failed to notice this? How had I not perceived this? The drinking from yesterday? Was that it? “Who did this to you?” I asked again when I received no response the first time. My question seemed to evoke fear in her as her eyes betrayed her emotions. “Agnes?” but all I got in response was a whimper of pain. “Please say something,” I said to her. I needed to put a name to the rage that was brewing in my chest. This was an insult; someone had dared to lay a finger on what was mine and I had a mind to make the person suffer, whoever it was. “No one, I… I did this…did…this myself,” I could tell she was lying. She was lying and she was doing so out of fear. I wanted to tell her that no matter how scary this person w
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