I whipped my head to my savior, and indeed he looked every part of one. He was dabbed in a black shirt too big for his size and shorts that were swallowed by the shirt, but a black cap hid his hair and part of his face.

“Let her go.” He repeated, the voice a low rumble, but I could feel his wolf in it.

“Why would I listen to you?” My captor’s hold tightened on me so much that his claw dug into my skin, and I whined as pain flared up in the spot.

In the blink of an eye, my savior was behind the man that was...