Accidentally Wolf by Elle Boon Page B

as
she imagined being raped by these beasts. She couldn’t let it happen, but how
could she stop it? How soon before Zayn found her? How much time did she have
before they began moving again?
    “Did you hear that, Shane?” Tom
asked.
    “I had the other guys spread out
to lead the pack, should they try to follow, in other directions. This is our
meeting place. You need to calm down.”
    Cora watched Shane pass what
looked like a hand rolled cigarette to Tom. The sound of a lighter being lit
and then the unmistakable sound of someone inhaling were overly loud in the
quiet night. A scent that reminded her of the last time she’d been to her dad’s
house drifted through the air.
    Son of a bitch. Shifters on drugs? What did that mean for her? For Zayn and his pack?
    Zayn, Tom and some guy named Shane have me and are doing drugs. I’m
pretending to be knocked out, but…shit. Men on drugs do messed up things. What
about shifters?
    I noticed something was off when they picked us up. Just try to not
catch their attention. I think I’m close. Your scent is stronger.
    What Cora hadn’t noticed was how
close to the road they were. The sound of a vehicle pulling into the clearing
sent alarm down Cora’s spine. The doors to the large van slammed open with
several men jumping out, shouting orders at her two captors. She went against
all her natural instincts and lay like a doll, pretending sleep. Even though it
was against the grain, she knew it was the right choice.
    What’s happening?
    Zayn’s frantic voice calmed her,
gave her a focal point inside her mind. We
must be by a road. There’s a white van that just pulled in, and now we are
being loaded into the van. She shuddered as one of the men who picked her
up took advantage of her supposedly incapacitated state to reach between her
legs to grope.
    I want you to find out his name too, baby. He will be another that I
plan to kill with my bare fucking hands.
    This time she shuddered for
another reason.
    “Hey, I think the little bitch
might be coming around. She’s shaking a little.”
    “You better watch out, Bart. She
tends to throw up on men who carry her.” Shane laughed.
    She wanted to punch Shane in the
throat after she kicked the one named Bart in the nuts. After Shane’s words,
Bart dumped her in the back of the van inside a cage made for animals, uncaring
if he hurt her. He sniggered when she moaned, but she didn’t allow any other
sound to escape. No way in hell was she going to give them any more entertainment
if she could help it.
    “Did you lock the cage, Bart?”
    “Nah, the bitch is out for the
count. What did you do, fuck her silly?” Bart’s voice held way too much glee.
    “I like my women conscious, you
sick bastard,” Shane said.
    “You can’t get a conscious woman,”
Bart sneered.
    “Shut the fuck up both of you. We
ain’t got time for your bullshit. We are right in the middle of their
territory. Did your boy lay out the traps like he was supposed to?”
    Cora wasn’t sure who the newest
speaker was, but his voice alone scared her. The deep baritone sounded like
he’d been gargling with sandpaper.
      “He said he laid them all around their
borders, but—” Tom stopped.
    “Spit it the fuck out, boy. I
ain’t got all night.”
    “I guess a young cub, the alpha’s
boy, got caught in one. I don’t know how many they found.”
    A roar split the air. Several
windows in the van shattered. If Cora had been closer to the one who did the
roaring, she was sure she would have peed her pants.
As it was she trembled in the cage.
    “Well, I guess that’s one way to
get rid of some excess baggage.” Shane said.
    “Keep it up and you’re next.”
    “Sorry, Keith. I’d say that Paul—he’s our inside guy—would know how many traps they might have
found. Once we reach our territory, I’ll try reaching him.”
    Cora listened to Shane placate the
other man named Keith who was obviously in charge.
    Zayn, the van is moving, and they said