STANLEY POV "Stan," someone whispers, and my dream of lying in a field of roses ends. I groggily open my eyes, and my arms tighten around something warm. "Stanley," the whispering voice says again, and I grin as the melody practically caresses my ears. "Stan, we fell asleep," Tabitha says as my senses finally awaken. My eyesight clears, and my grin turns into a megawatt smile. "Best sleep I have ever had," I reply, and she chuckles while attempting to unwrap my arms. I shake my head and pull her closer. "I haven't slept good since you ran off last week. Give me a few more minutes," I mumble, and she begins to poke my stomach with her long graceful fingers. "Excuse you! I haven't slept either...but right now, I have to pee, and you are making it difficult to get out of bed," she grumbles, and I groan unhappily as I release her. "Fine, but as far as makeups go, this went better than I envisioned," I reply to gauge her reaction. She shoots me a smile, and relie

TABITHA POV It's been at least 24hrs since I heard my mother's screams, and our kidnapper has yet to bring us anything. Samantha has tried to breastfeed poor Angelica, but the current pregnancy, plus the lack of water, has made her supply drop. Mariah keeps watching the door and looking at the infant with worried eyes. "Do we have a plan," I ask quietly, and Mariah looks at me for the first time in hours. She gets up and paces the room before sitting next to Samantha and me."I think he wants us weak. He knows that the door is our only chance, so he will wait until he is sure we won't attack. The problem with that...Angelica can't go that long without fluids, and Samantha will run dry soon. I'm worried," she whispers, and I look at Sam to see that her lips are pale. "Maybe the guys are close," she whispers with fake hope, and I catch the movement of Mariah's head in my peripheral vision."It's doubtful. He kidnapped us with our mates in the pack house. He didn't leave a scent

TABITHA POV "Knock knock," our kidnapper sings as the steel door finally creaks open. Mariah had me lie down about twenty minutes ago to ensure I was in position and to get my heart rate consistent. I didn't think it was necessary, but after about fifteen minutes, I could hear the difference myself. Laying down had allowed me to think and become more comfortable with our plan. He has to come into the room to retrieve me, so we will have ample amount of time to execute him, and I shouldn't have to do it all myself either. If my bear can restrain him, Mariah can end his life. This sound be easy. I continue my practiced breathing as my soft snore blows past my lips. "YOU DRUGGED THE FOOD, YOU SON OF A BITCH," Mariah screams, and I snore again. She sounds furious and very convincing. We are lucky that this is all right up her alley because I don't think Samantha and I would have come up with this on our own. "Will my daughter be okay? What did you give her," Samantha cries, and my h

STANLEY POV The normal scents of our packmates mixed with blood is making the hairs on my body stand. I don't smell anyone else blood besides David, but that doesn't mean she didn't use her buddy's chemical mixture. "Guys," Dan calls, and my eyes snap to him. He looks at me, and a shiver runs down my spine. "I can't walk in silence. I have to hear my pack. My wolf is going crazy," he explains, and I nod while studying the wild look in his eyes. "Alpha," Lewis yells, and Dan jerks toward his title. Lewis comes stumbling into the living room, looking drugged, and I move toward him quickly. I wrap my arm around his waist, and he throws his arm over my shoulders. He gives a thankful nod before looking at Dan. "Where is she," Dan growls, and Lewis shakes his head. "Gone. She drugged us. The dose didn't put me all the way under. It just made me really wobbly. She tried to convince David to leave with her, but he refused. He said he would never betray his family. She started

STANLEY POV "All of us thought Hazel was guilty. Should Lauren really be blamed? One wrong after living in the Layne pack isn't abnormal. The pack suffered severe abuse," I say, and the official turns toward me with a stern look in his wise eyes. "I am here to judge—fairly judge. Your pack cares for Lauren. You know her and love her, but I do not. I see a woman who helped another woman be murdered. I see a woman who could have confessed her crimes to save her pack members when her uncle came threatening her. Especially since she found out the woman she had murdered was innocent! I see a woman who chose to save herself over everyone else. Your mates were lucky you found them. If you hadn't...Lauren would have gotten away with it all. Hazell Layne deserves justice. She was marked as a criminal before the council obtained the copies of her diaries. I read her personal accounts of what happened to her while in captivity, and if you all refuse to bring one of her killers to justice, t