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have to be one of us. I'm not letting you take away the piece
of ass you promised me I would get just because you think
she's something she isn't."
"I'll give you only one warning, Thomas. Back off and do
what you're told. You know you can't defeat me in a fight." To
give his words more emphasis, Gren growled menacingly at
Thomas. The other werewolf backed up a step. "A very smart
move. I think it's time we give that spell another try. Roxie is
a perfect candidate."
"It didn't work the first time you tried it, why do you think
it will work with her?"
"Such a pessimist, Thomas. Those marks on her wrist were
what we were missing the first time." Trapping both of Roxie's
wrists in one of his, Gren pulled her to him. "I'm afraid you
are coming with us. I can't leave something as precious as
you in Beowulf's keeping."
Roxie didn't see Gren's fist coming until it was too late.
When it connected with her jaw, her world went black.
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Chapter Thirteen
Pulling his car to a stop in Roxie's drive, Beowulf felt an
overwhelming sense of wrongness take hold of him.
Slamming the car door, he ran to the house. Trying the door,
he found it locked, but the uneasiness didn't leave him. With
his set of keys, he unlocked the house and stepped inside.
"Roxie?" His call was met with silence. Calling out a second
time and still no response from Roxie, Beowulf took in a deep
breath. He growled as the three werewolf scents filled his
nostrils. Changing into wolf form, he bounded upstairs,
following the trail where one of them had been. Reaching
Roxie's bedroom he could see the shattered glass that had
fallen on the floor when the window had been smashed. Nose
down, he sniffed around the debris. He bared his teeth at the
recognizable scent.
Returning to the lower floor, he followed Gren's scent to
the living room. The sliding glass doors were open wide with
the curtains flapping in the breeze. Here he could easily pick
up the scent of the other two werewolves. Continuing to
follow the scent trail, Beowulf padded over to the couch. His
fur bristled as he caught the smell of the three werewolves
and Roxie on it. He threw back his head and howled with
rage.
Knowing what had to be done, Beowulf changed back to
human form. He closed the sliding door and returned to his
car. Before driving away, he used his cell phone to make the
one call that would rally the men he would need. Confronting
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Gren while he had Roxie to use as leverage was not
something Beowulf wanted to do alone.
* * * *
Roxie groaned softly as she slowly regained consciousness.
She had no idea how much time had passed. The only thing
she knew was that she was in a car being driven to who
knows where. She cracked open her eyes just long enough to
see who was in the car with her. The werewolf named
Thomas was driving the car. The second werewolf, the one
who had found the marks around her wrist, sat in the front
passenger seat. Even though she was trying not to make any
sound, she must have, because he turned to look at her
where she lay on the backseat.
"Finally awake, are you? Just in time too."
The car slowed before coming to a stop. Thomas leered
back at her. "What do you say, Kurt, about having a little fun
with her before we take her to Gren?"
Kurt shook his head. "No way, man. Gren would kill us
both if he ever found out."
"How's he going to find out? I'm sure she won't say
anything. There wouldn't be any point," Thomas sneered.
"You may have a death wish, but I don't." Getting out of
the car, Kurt opened the door and pulled Roxie out of the
back. "Let's just get this over with and then you can find
someone else to get your rocks off."
Not to be put off, Thomas moved to stand in front of Kurt
so he blocked his path. "I like this one. Gren shouldn't have
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gone back on his word. So what if she has those marks on
her? I still think they're meaningless."
Taking hold of her arm, Thomas tried to pull Roxie to him.
Kurt, who already had a hold of the other, pulled her back.
Caught between the two, Roxie gritted her teeth as each man
pulled on her as if she was a rope in a game of tug of war.
Their voices grew louder, but Roxie knew there wouldn't be
anyone around to hear them.
Once Kurt had pulled her out of the car, she was able to
get a better view of where they had taken her. They were at
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