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I finished up with my last set of customers, did some end of shift cleaning, and then clocked out. I planned to go back to the compound and take a nice, long shower. One thing about being a werewolf I had not yet adjusted to was the rise in my body temperature. I always seemed to be so hot. My uniform clung to me, the damp material sticking to my skin. I strode out the door of the restaurant and hung a left to the employee parking lot. The slight breeze felt good on my heated skin. Halfway to my car, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I stopped and sniffed the air but smelled nothing out of the ordinary, just the usual scents of cheeseburgers, fries, and stale grease. Looking around, I noticed nothing out of place, but I couldn’t shake the danger signal my wolf had sent me.
Picking up my pace, I hurried to my car. Two steps from it, the direction of the wind seemed to shift, and suddenly, I was no longer alone. Strong, cold hands grabbed each arm. I twisted my neck in one direction and then the other to see who had grabbed me. Two huge dudes flanked each side of me. Where the hell did they come from? The guy on my left looked like he had come from a weightlifting competition. He was huge! His arms bulged with muscles as he held onto me tightly. A scar cut across his right cheek from his mouth to his ear and another, smaller one ran from the corner of his left eyebrow up his forehead to disappear in thick, brown waves. The guy on my right stood just as tall but was much thinner. The unmarred skin of his face shone pale in the sun. Shaggy blond hair fell in front of his eyes, and I wondered how on earth he could see through it.
“Be a good little wolf and come with us.” The big brown haired guy on my left spoke with a slight accent I couldn’t quite place.
“Who the hell are you?”
“That isn’t important.”
“Like hell it isn’t!” I dug my heels into the gravel of the employee parking lot as the two oversized goons attempted to drag me past my car. “I’m not going anywhere with you!” I picked up one foot and with all my might, slammed my heel down into the instep of the skinny thug on my right. He grunted in pain but didn’t let go. I followed the stomp with a hard elbow jab to the goon’s side. He bellowed, and I jerked my arm from his grip. Gabe! I sent out a distress call to my love. If he was working at the mechanic shop as I hoped, the call would reach him. We could hear each other in our minds over short distances. I just didn’t know if he could react in time to help me.
“Let me go!” I twirled on the other goon and threw a hard right punch toward his face. Since my last encounter with Mitch, Gabe had enlisted the help of the twins, Brady and Ben, to help teach me how to defend myself if my father sent anyone else after me. The lessons with Gabe and the twins had helped teach me some techniques to self-defense, including how to not telegraph my next move. My punch took the muscular thug by surprise and his head snapped back from the force of my blow. ‘I just might get out of this!’ The quick thought ran through my brain and brought with it a surge of hope, but it was suddenly dashed when pain exploded in the back of my head and everything went dark.