Alpha Hollis POV This time when I surfaced, I knew it would be pointless to try to call for help. I could feel the silver bindings around my throat, wrists and ankles. “Good, you're awake. It’s time to go,” the voice said. My head was pounding and I felt weak, too weak to tolerate another round of wolfsbane. “Where are we going and how do we expect to get there?” I asked my captor. “I am going to remove the hood and we will walk, but first you must listen because if you don’t, I have no problem delivering your carcass to the wolves,” the voice said and I nodded in response. He yanked the cloth from my head, ripping some hair out with it. I was immediately blinded by the light in the room. When my eyes were finally able to focus without the spots dancing around in them, I saw my captor for the first time. He looked young, around the age of my kids if I were to guess. But that doesn’t really tell his age since vampires stop aging when they turn. He was tall, leanly muscled, with coff
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