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tell her brother now. There was more backing out since she’d last looked at the sketch. She had to be sure it was her. Kitten.

The loving and hilarious black haired, blue eyed beauty who just left on her first day to Lockwell High only to be reported missing less than a couple hours later. Walker had lost his senses when the search team told him there was no trace of her scent left. He had snapped the soldier’s neck without thinking and left without a word.

It’s been years since her disappearance. Ezra knew Walker continued to search for her. Her heart ached with sorrow. Feral would’ve killed an entire pack if he’d found out his sister gone missing—knowing the bond between family was just as strong as pack. She hadn’t thought Feral would’ve acted just as badly when he’d found out the news either. He surprised everyone by picking up his jeep and throwing it into the apartment building across from our HQ. Ezra had went to comfort him but stopped short when she saw the fury burning through his pupils.

Not caring if her brother was busy or in deep sleep, she busted his office door before entering. The visions had a way of messing with her emotions. Right now all she felt was anger, and a need to kill.

“Brother.”

Feral looked up, worry apparent in his green sea eyes. Ezra had never called him that, always sticking with Alpha or his original name. He could see her chest rising and falling rapid movements as a sheen of sweat trickled down her forehead. Something was wrong. His fists clenched. If this was about the Winter pack members, they weren’t going to see the light of day for the next two years.

“What happened?”

Ezra told him everything. The pain she felt, the flashes. She even gave him her sketch and watched as his eyes went full wolf.

“How long?”

“Since yesterday.”

“Has this happened to you before?”

Ezra shook her head. He could see the tears threatening its way down her face.

He looked down at the drawing pad.

Feral traced the sketchy face, something igniting deep within his lower abdomen. He was just about to ask another question when Patrol Eric—one of the newly pack member entered, looking down at the broken door, not questioning what had happened.

“Speak.” An order. His wolf now present, his human behind.

His head snapped up and he nodded. “We have a situation, sir.”

 

Okay. Nothing to worry about here, Naya thought, as the man continued to breathe hotly at her ear. Warmth spread through her veins, shocking her still as a statue.

She still held the two large grocery occupied brown bags as this man kept a firm grip on her neck and mouth. His voice sent tingles of awareness don’t her legs.

This could not be happening. Fear etched in her chest yet the exhales and the deep raw voice he let out was to her very doing. She felt his hold tighten on her neck as she whimpered into his palm. His touch was like fire. Her insides boiling up at the temperature.

Naya had a chance to escape the madness. Feral had taught her the basic survival instincts in situations like these. Her body frozen, her mind pushing hard. His two hands were occupied while her arms and legs were unrestricted. Setting a countdown in her head, as soon as she hit zero, she moved.  Dropping the bags, she elbowed him in his lower abdomen before the groceries clattered to the pavement.

Feral would’ve been proud to see her defending herself. Her fists brought up to his throat and seconds later, she was pinned to the van, hands behind her back. His chest now pressed against her as he spoke.

“No more warnings.” Cold. Jagged. Overpowering.

Naya inhaled sharply.

 

“What!?”

Ezra pushed her way forward past the entrance doors to the vehicle. Groceries spilled out of the brown plastic bags onto the asphalt in numerous directions.

“Oh my god!” Rose gasped, her eyes wide with shock.

She hadn’t realized the entire pack joined in as well ‘til she turned her back towards the crime scene. A loud frustrated growl mere inches away, Feral stood beside her and examined the damage.

An echo of a ringtone sounded to her left. Naya’s handbag was always carried by her side. Red splotches swarmed her vision. Fury coiled deep in her gut to the thought of someone harming a pack member and a best friend.

Feral inhaled. “No scent.”

Ezra blurted out words before she could comprehend. “A rogue?”

Feral growled again. “Possibly.”

Ezra followed her brother’s gaze to the soldiers. “I heard what sound like some type of struggle so I ran over to check it out and smelled strong scents of fear. I went further to track it except it was gone in an instant.”

“What the fuck would a rogue want with Naya?”

Feral glared at Ezra for the lack of language she chosen and thought for a moment.

Rose chose the moment to speak up. “Is it because of her empathic abilities?”

Quick curious glances to her and Feral as he answered. “No.”

Walker joined the circle. “It was a man. Dressed in all black. I shadowed myself to keep an eye on them. Lost track when he turned the corner of an abandoned smoke shop. My guess, he must’ve teleported to another direction.”

Ezra’s hand trembled. “Telekinesis?”

Walker nodded.

Rose walked towards Feral, her eyes emotionless. “I think they’re trying to start a war.”

Dropping to her knees, Ezra cried.

 

Naya used her other senses as she regained consciousness as her blurry vision began to focus. Burnt wood. Spice. Musk. She flared her nostrils at the strong scents.

Moving her arm, she felt a tug at her wrists merely inches above the ground. Using her wolf strength, she began to yank at the restraints. It wasn’t dark but the lights were dim, barely helping her recognize her surroundings. There seemed to be a big gap between to walls, probably an open space.

She knew she was in some type of house, possibly the bedroom. Negative thoughts swarmed through her head. Was her attacker going to violate her body? A hard lump caught in her throat, subduing her ability to swallow. No emotions were present as she used her empathic gift. Luckily she was alone for the time being, it could give her enough time to get out of this place and alert her pack.

It felt like an hour as her focus began to sharpen. It wasn’t long before the lights cut out at the same time she heard footsteps approaching.

Naya let her wolf come to the surface, prepared for attack. She used her night vision to see a male figure crouch in front of her. Half his face was visible and just happened to be covered by a scarf as he came face to face.

His movements were slow, letting her read what he was about to do. He took a glass cup filled with what looked like water and tilted her chin up.

Naya shook, trying to get out of his grip—his touch fevering. He tightened his hold and pressed the glass to her lips. There was no way she was going to drink that poison.

He seemed unaffected by her struggles as he pressed his rough thumb against her bottom lip and pushed down, pouring the liquid down her throat. Naya choked and coughed up the contents, now unable to talk.

Her body started to feel cold, numb. Shivering uncontrollably, she turned her head and closed her eyes. Unconsciousness consuming her.

 

Ezra sniffed around with Walker for evidence that could help lead them towards Naya’s disappearance. Ezra clenched her fists, it felt just like the time Kitten had vanished. No scent tracks, no patterns, nothing. Looking at Walker, she was having a hard time figuring out how to tell him about his younger sister still being alive.

Part of her was scared of how he’d react, the other part nervous he would abandon the pack to go look for her, leaving us to find Naya. Walker noticed her stare and broke the silence.

“What’s going in that head of yours? Another vision?”

Ezra shook her head. “I was just
thinking.”

“About?”

She sighed. It was a losing battle with his tall frame and piercing blue eyes. She felt intimated to the maximum. How was she going to start it off? What if she said something wrong? Unable to look at him in the eye, she turned only to be thrown back, her back hitting cold metal.

“Ezra!”

Walker ran up to her and scanned the damage done to her body. No deep gashes. Just a couple of scrapes and forming bruises. Nothing that wouldn’t heal in a couple of hours.

Ezra pressed a palm to her forehead.

“We should’ve been more careful. There was a block and you stepped into it, causing it to throw you back fifty meters. You landed on top of the hood of someone’s car.”

Ezra groaned. “Which?”

“2017 Civic Honda.”

Walker could see the faint hints of a smile hinted on her lips. Before he could help her down, she clutched his forearm, her eye color turning from pale blue to other colors he’d never seen. She was having a vision.

Screams. Pain. A white room.

Ezra gasped, letting go of his arm. She had another vision of Kitten. This time it was a little more detailed. She could see her crying, begging someone to stop. She was being tortured.

There’s no going back, Ezra thought, as she scrambled through her jacket. Found what she was looking for, she gave it to Walker. Looking for a reaction when he glanced his eyes on the drawing.

“What is this?” Walker asked, tracing Kitten’s sketchy features.

Ezra trembled as she took a deep breath. Bracing herself, she spoke.

“She’s still alive.”

Imprint

Text: All rights reserved. 2012 (©) / Marie Lee
Editing: Danielle Dass
Publication Date: 07-09-2012

All Rights Reserved

Dedication:
I dedicate this to my readers and family. I appreciate all the feedback and reviews. Hopefully one day I can make my dream a reality and publish this book.

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