The Pack's Hybrids
She started to run, and he moved with a speed that wasn’t human, grabbing her by the upper arm and slapping a hand over her mouth, dragging her back down the street and into the 4WD in a flurry of violent motion that stole rational reaction from her so that she writhed as helpless as a worm on a hook until she was suddenly pressed against the leather seats by his body weight.
“Aislen Carter,” he purred down at her, his hand over her mouth and nose stealing the ability to breathe or respond from her. “I’ve been looking for you. Reverse, you idiot, go around the protest. We need to get to the base,” he added to the driver.
“Yes, Sparrow, sorry,” the driver apologized, throwing the 4wd into rev
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