*Trisha*

There are about five guys dragging me along, or at least, they’re trying to. I’m kicking, thrashing around, and trying to grab hold of branches as they pass them, but I don’t get my grip on anything for very long before one of the guys pries my hand loose, and they move on quickly.

Screaming is out of the question now because my mouth is bound up tight, though I got off a bit of a shriek back where they first grabbed me, so I hope all my Alphas heard that and are catching up with these creeps.

In the next second, they’re wrapping something around my eyes, and...