Chloe fumed, striding down the path in the direction the wolves had gone. “I can’t believe he threatened to go caveman on me. Throw me over his shoulder?! I should have slapped him. I should turn around right now and lay a hard one on him. Aargh,” she screamed. The man seemed to bring out the worst in her. She had not entertained such violent thoughts in years but since she had met him, the impulse to hurt him never seemed far from her mind. He kidnapped me. It only makes sense that I want to hurt him, it would be odd if I didn’t want his head on a silver platter. As she approached the car, thoughts of running briefly entered her mind before they were quickly dismissed. There was a pack of werewolves in front of her and she could sense Ryan and his family members at her back. She would never make it more than a few feet before she was brought back. Realising that escape was futile, she continued to approach the vehicle the wolves were clustered around. The car was much smaller than she had expected, having only two seats and she immediately became confused.
