Kyra's POV
"Don't touch me!" I kicked my leg when one of the werewolves in front of me tried to touch my feet. They laughed devilishly again, and I could only look at them with disdain, knowing I was no match for them.
"Sylvia, we need to shift!" I screamed internally at my wolf.
"The pup..." Sylvia's voice was frantic. "If we shift now, the stress could—"
"Don't fight. Our Alpha gave us a chance to do whatever we want with you. Aren't you excited? We're gonna play."
"Shut up, ugly bastard!" I growled at him and spat in his face.
I thought he'd be mad, but he wasn't. Instead, he started laughing like a madman.
I screamed when he suddenly grabbed my arm and my bag flew to the ground. The pregnancy report scattered across the dirty floor, and one of them picked it up.
