Alpha Kenn's tightening grasp causes my face to scrunch up in protest. My teeth clench, I whimper like a hurt puppy, yet he continues to drag me away from the house and towards the tree line. The burn on my chest throbs. I wonder what kind of monster it takes to be shot and to walk away fine.

"Let go," I seethe, attempting to yank my wrist from the cuff that is his hand, "you bastard! Where are you taking me!"

Adrenaline brings my vocabulary to that of a sailor's.

"You piece of shit, you think you—"

"Please, darling," he groans, "resisting is not going to get you anywhere. You...