Another Chance for the Luna Queen by Aurora Starling

spotted me and rushed after me, but I didn’t slow down.

The streets were busy this time of day, and I picked up speed, weaving through the crowd.

I just needed a few minutes alone. Just a little distance from Alexander.

My wolf whined at the separation, but I pushed through it needed to get far enough away that she would stop reacting to him. I needed to get my thoughts straight.

Then something slammed into my back.

I crashed to the sidewalk, my breath knocked from my lungs. Before I could stand, powerful hands clamped over

my arms.

I twisted, trying to see who was grabbing me, but suddenly I was moving–hauled through the air.

A car trunk slammed shut, the sound ringing in my ears.

And that was when I realized what was happening.

I was being kidnapped.

Again,

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The trunk lamuned shot and it felt like my heart stopped rating

Khan t know how long 1 lay there, pain shocked, trying to register what had happened. One second, I was storming oft in a hit, the rest, I was being kidnapped.

James yelling my name, but not in a panicked ay. That meant he hadn’t witnessed it he was just trying to figane out where I had run off to. He had no

to call out to him, then the engine roared to

wasn’t a fool I had been ffirough this before and survived. As sick as I felt about

like an absolute idiot.

should have known better than to storm off like that. The whole reason I was mad at Alexander was that I felt he wasn’t taking the danger seriously enough–so what was

could I be so

myself to steady my breathing. I needed to think clearly, to

from getting trapped inside, so I felt around in the dark, searching for it. When I

was rough, the car jostling me around, making it hard to focus. But then I saw it–a damaged spot where the emergency release should have

blood ran

had modified the car

with the quick and effortless way they had grabbed me, made it obvious that this was worse than I had imagined. They planned this carefully. They knew what they

They were professionals.

was, I knew that I had to

only a short window to figure something out. My eyes scanned the cramped space, looking for anything useful. There was nothing I could

ideal, but it

driver, then I might be able to force him off of the road. Or

yanked hard. The seat folded forward, collapsing into the back of

scrambled through the

startled sound and slammed

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head fill some line hari, and pain exploded behind my eyes. Dazed. the driver cursing as he threw the

gebed my ankle

all my strength, but he was huge well over six feet tall, broad

as I could. I couldn’t see past him so I didn’t know if there were any other

back seat, pinning me beneath his weight. My arms were wrenched behind me, bound tightly with something thin–shoelaces, maybe? It wasn’t rope, but it still bit into my

to make things worse if you keep this

spinning, trying to think of my next move–but I was

I kicked, desperate, but it was

trunk and slammed the seat up, trapping me in