The navy-blue business van finally came to a halt. Before they pushed her out, Tara silently recalled the route they had taken. She quietly activated her inner senses—something only a werewolf could do. Her spatial awareness, scent tracking, and that primal warning instinct stirred deep within her blood.
When she and Regina were brought into a brightly lit room, their blindfolds were yanked off.
The sudden brightness forced both of them to shut their eyes tightly. It took a moment before they could slowly open them again.
"Untie the two of them," came a deep voice, refined yet laced with a feral menace. Though spoken in crisp American English, there was something beastly lurking beneath the words—an Alpha's pressure that weighed down on the room like a storm front.
Their wrists were released, raw and bruised from the friction of hemp rope, and faint traces of blood had seeped into their skin.
