Denali
The door closes with a final clang. They delivered me, naked, to this male. I don’t know how long I’ve been captive—a week or so—but it’s long enough to know the guards are trouble. They treat me all right, but other prisoners aren’t so lucky.
A low growl rumbles in the male’s throat, but it’s not for me. His arms banded around me protectively the moment they pulled the sheet away and tossed me in. He’s big, solid. His hair is military short, and his stance reminds me of a soldier. But he’s not a human. He’s a lion, like me.
“So.” I blow out a breath. “What do we do now?”
He holds me, his body angled in a way I realize hides me from the cameras. I’m tall, with a strong, athletic build, but he’s even bigger. I hunch against him, grateful for the protection.
“They shouldn’t bothe
