*"You've got spirit, I'll give you that," the guard growled, his foul breath hot on Brielle's face as he tightened his grip. "But it's going to take more than a little knife to save you from the Alpha's wrath."*

Brielle's heart hammered in her chest as the guard's words sank in. Darius had sent his men to hunt her down, and she knew all too well the consequences of being captured.

With a surge of adrenaline, Brielle twisted in the guard's grasp, her elbow connecting with his ribs in a desperate strike. The guard grunted in surprise, his grip loosening ever so slightly.

Seizing the opportunity, Brielle wrenched herself free...