Harper’s POV
I kick at whoever is dragging me across the room, but my attempts are futile. The person hauling me like a bag of bricks is much stronger and faster than I am. I swing my leg back again, but instead of kicking them, my heel flies off my foot, and my kidnappers tighten their hold.
“Stop struggling, girl, or I’ll give you something to fear,” the rough voice says from behind me just before arms go around my waist and lift me. I’m tossed up and back, my stomach jamming into what feels like a shoulder.
Panic fills me, my heart hammering and my mind reeling. Was this all a trap? Was I stupid enough to fall for it?
Would anyone come for me?
I immediately know the answer to that. No.
Nora may have received my text message, but after what happened, the pack wouldn’t risk the
