Her body felt like it'd been tossed inside the bingo spinner at the casino. She raised her head and bright flashing spots clouded her vision, making her put it down to the cold floor. Scott! Oh, gods, no! She forced her head up again and squinted until her eyes adjusted to the low lighting. It was a large warehouse structure. She was in a wide-open area, but near the wall across from her was an office. The unmarked black van he’d stuffed her into was parked a few yards away. Background noise from a TV leaked out from beneath the closed doors. A deep male laugh echoed from behind the door, too. The distinct scent of bear and wolf permeated the building. She could only hear one heartbeat. What happened to Scott? I can’t feel the bond! I can’t feel him. "There's only one bear here, so he most likely took care of the one he was fighting." Her wolf assured her quietly. What if he didn't? What if he's laying there in the apartment dead and Ivan is on his way here? Her breathing sped up and she pushed herself to her hands and knees, struggling to balance with both wrists cuffed tightly together.
