the trigger, but nothing had happened and she was soon unarmed and helpless while the shifter turned the gun back on her.
“ Silly female,” he said with a laugh. “If you’re going to use one of your pathetic weapons on us, at least learn how to use it.”
He made a show of flicking off the gun’s safety catch and then pointed the barrel right at her face.
“See? Now I can take that pretty little head of yours clean off.” He lowered the gun and ran his gaze up and down the length of her body. “Fortunately for you, I have other uses for that mouth.”
Someone grabbed Akala from behind, twisting her arms back and pinning them in such a way that left her helpless. She felt hot skin against her body, and she realized that one of the other wolves had crept up behind her and shifted to grab her.
Akala struggled to free herself, but it was no use. The wolf was far stronger than she, and he easily dragged her alongside his pack mate. When she tried to scream for Nashoba, the first Kintawep shifter slapped her so hard that she worried he might have dislocated her jaw, and hot tears flooded from her eyes. Risking another slap, she cried out again.
“ Shut your mouth, you little bitch,” said the man holding her.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the large wolf she knew to be Nashoba sprinting down the path towards her. His muzzle was red with blood and viscera, and he had a look of fierce rage in his eyes that made Akala wonder if he’d gone crazy. He was about to leap towards the naked man still standing with the gun pointed down towards the ground when four other wolves appeared from between the cabins and intercepted him.
“Is that your boyfriend?” asked the shifter with the gun. He ran a finger down Akala’s cheek and let it linger on her lips a moment. “I suggest you forget about him. He won’t be around much longer.”
Akala shrieked in fear as they dragged her towards the cars. She could see nothing of Nashoba and the wolves who’d blocked him, but the sounds she heard from behind her were the stuff of nightmares. The wolves growled and yelped, snarling and barking with rage as they fought to keep Nashoba from reaching her.
They hauled Akala past Nashoba’s truck and down the road a little ways where a much larger tuck with an enclosed back storage area was parked. The one who’d taken the gun from Akala unlocked the back of the truck and swung open the door, exposing Akala to the pitiful whimpering sounds of several women as she was flung up alongside them like she weighed nothing more than a small child. She landed on something soft and squishy, and soon realized it was the body of a woman who’d either died or passed out.
Akala didn’t have any more time to catch her bearings, because the door was slammed shut again, and all she knew was darkness and the sounds of those suffering around her. She tried her best to shuffle back to find a wall to brace herself against as the truck’s engine roared to life and they began to move along the rough dirt road. Everyone bounced around violently in that dark place, and she felt her own tears flow anew when she realized that she had no idea where she was being taken, or worse, what they planned to do with her when they got her there.
All she could do was try to stay alive, she told herself. Nashoba was a strong fighter, and there had to be other Choctaws still alive to fight alongside him. He would come for her, she told herself. He had to come for her, because the awful truth was that no one else knew she’d even been taken....
To Be Continued....
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