Carl pushes me into Amrond’s waiting arms, but he misses me. He is weaker than Carl, so I twist myself free. No longer enthralled by the elf, I turn to run. Carl is on my heels at once, grabbing at me.
Desperate, I mentally call for Rory. “Help! I’m being attacked by Amrond!”
“I’m on my way!” His response is immediate, giving me strength.
I fight with everything I have, but it’s not enough. Carl is a Delta Warrior for a reason. He’s robust and fast and knows what he’s doing. My newly gained Lycan strength would have been enough if I had the skills to back that up. Soon, he has me pinned to the floor. Holding my arms behind me, he hoists me up. I try to struggle past the pain, but he has me locked.
“I recommend rope before we split, my lord,” Carl mutters between clenched teeth as I kic
