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TWENTY SEVEN

FREYA’s POV

MOMENTS BEFORE THE HOWL

I am trapped, Ezekiel’s men have found me.

They drag me to Ezekiel’s mansion and roughly bind me to one of the great white pillars in the foyer. Tears blind my vision and my whole body cannot stop trembling. I am having trouble breathing.

One of the men steps closer and burps in my face, assaulting my nostrils with the pungent stench of alcohol and cigarettes. He pats my cheek with his dirty hands and a whimper escapes my lips.

“Please, please let me go,” I beg but they do not listen.

They inch closer, surrounding me in a semicircle and exchange smirks. The sight of them leering sends goosebumps crawling up my skin and I suck in a deep breath.

The one who patted my cheek says, ”When the Alpha is done with you, maybe we can have our turns too?” His words send a chill down my bone.

My heartbeat roars in my ears and I shak

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