“Get up.”The command hit harder than a slap.I blinked through the haze and looked up at the scarred man towering over me.His golden eyes were cold.Not cruel.Worse.Unmoved.Behind him, engines roared to life. Men poured from the bar, leather jackets, boots, tattoos, wolves hidden beneath human skin. They moved fast, alert, and dangerous.One of them spat on the ground.“Silver Ridge hunters are two minutes out.”Another looked at me and cursed.“She’s branded.”The scarred man did not take his eyes off me.“I can see that.”He crouched suddenly, bringing his face level with mine.Scars crossed one cheek and disappeared into the collar of his black shirt. His scent hit me then—smoke, steel, rain.Predator.“Can you stand?” he asked.I nodded.My body lied.When I tried, my knees folded.He caught my arm before I hit the dirt.Heat shot through me where his hand touched my skin.His jaw tightened like he hated noticing it.“Pathetic,” he muttered.Shame burned my throat.“I ran all
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