บท 213: Too Long, Too Far

ELIA

Her neck ached from being craned up in the curve of the bag, and her stomach was sick from the swinging motion. She'd stopped trying to convince Jak to let her go, and started focusing on breathing and not throwing up on herself, when she heard the roar and her heart leapt.

Jak's pace picked up and the swinging got worse, but Elia smiled.

"He knows," she said. "And he's coming for you."

"He's too late," Jak said ominously.

Elia swallowed.

*****

An hour later, finally, the swinging stopped, and she was dumped unceremoniously on the ground. She sighed with relief to be laying flat, but most of her body ached. She began to push the rough burlap back, off her face and when the cool, morning air hit her skin she sucked in a deep breath. At the same time she looked up to find five different men standing over her. One of them Jak, the others all wolves.

She bared her teeth.