"Don't hurt her," the Wolf with the buzz cut calls out, struggling to get to his feet. An angry red mark on his round face indicates the blow he's taken from my husband will turn into a nasty bruise later. "Why not?" the female Wolf asks, though her weight shifts back and forth nervously. I wince as the blade slices my skin. Dominic's shoulders tense. He's about to lunge. "Because she's a Wolf," the man says. "They both are." He gestures to my father as well. "We are not Wolves." I should keep my mouth shut, but the words shoot out of me on instinct. Another scoff from my captor. "Don't fuck
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