Damien grabbed my arm again and turned my wrist around so he could see it. The skin was pale and smooth. Not a single mark to be seen. “I don’t understand,” he said, “why didn’t it work?”
I laughed, “Because I was not meant for you.”
Damien’s eyes flashed with anger, “You’ve been marked?”
I grinned, “Yup. Micah is my husband.”
Damien howled with rage and the next thing I knew I was on the ground and my face stung badly. I reached up to wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and came away with the blood on it. I looked up at Damien stunned. I had never been hit before.
Damien turned to the two brown wolves, “Rocco, Jude, take Nahemana back to the house.” He smirked, “Do what you want with her until I figure out how to turn this to our favor.”
“And when they’re done, the rest of you can have your fill as well,” he said smugly.
“No! Damien don’t do this!” I begged.
Damien turned and walked away from me leaving me in the company of recently changed and completely naked Rocco and Jude. I tried to get up and run but they were too fast for me. They each grabbed an arm and hauled me kicking and screaming back to the house I had just run from.