The majestic black wolf
Talia's vision was blurry, and she struggled to stay conscious as the voices mixed like they came from a great distance with a slight echo.
"Don't kill her!"
"I was just teaching her a lesson."
"Give me something to tie her up!"
Talia felt a rough palm gliding up her thigh, squeezing occasionally. She tried to wiggle away, but someone was holding her arms together in a vice-grip, while another one was sitting on her legs, just above knee level. Based on the sickening chuckle, whoever was molesting her, was enjoying her futile struggle.
"We don't have time to fool around."
The palm was gone.
"Keep your voice down and hurry up. We need to leave quickly…"
"Do you think Alpha Damon will pay for her?"
"Even if he doesn't, she definitely knows something useful."
"Will she talk?"
"They always talk…"