GALINA'S POV
This Marco guy isn't too talkative. I asked him about ten questions, which he never answered before he managed to gag me. Subsequently, he bound my hands and feet as well.
Ublyudok-oboroten'!
When we landed, he carried me like luggage to his car and then drove me in silence to this worn-down house in the middle of the woods. From all the different wolf scents in the area, I am guessing that this is his pack house.
I know it was ridiculous to think that once we got here, he would untie me. But I did get my hopes up, and I was aptly disappointed when he tossed me over his shoulder and lugged me into the house.
I didn't get much of a tour of the place since I was upside down while he hastily made his way to a home office.
Opening the door, he walks in, and after a few of hi
