Hannah watched everyone moving around her with narrowed, suspicious eyes. She trusted no one, and yet, she felt this constant push-pull sensation when it came to the big man. Sometimes when she looked into those haze-green eyes, she felt such a rage she thought she would explode. And sometimes, when his fingers brushed her skin, she felt... Comfort. Belonging. Calm. It was so confusing. She wanted nothing more than to escape from it all, give her wolf full control, and run far and fast into the wilderness. Unfortunately, she couldn’t do that. That vile, cunning man with those beautiful beguiling eyes, he had done something to trap her in her human form.
But if someone was going to touch her body, she would rather it was Michael. When the others lifted her body, she went wild, s
