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I couldn't stop my silent tears from falling on our way back to the hunters' place. They lock me in the room again once we reach their hideout.

A minute later the door opens up again and in walks a huge guy, not like hulk. He left something on the bed, giving me a smirk before licking his lips. It wasn't even sexy or hot but rather a gross one, 'Oh gosh I can't believe he's so disgusting.'

"Get changed and make sure to look your best bitch. Each one of us will have a go with you, I'll make sure to be first in class," he winks in my direction and I pretend to look away.

Fear creeps in my veins.

He went out and I looked at the dress and it was more like lingerie than a dress. The only thing this could cover is my ass and boobs the rest is for show. I sat there thinking of possible ways to escape since I'm all helpless with no one to save me.

I need to stand up for myself, I mean I'm a werewolf and they're just human hunters. 'Eliz' I try to talk to her as she hasn't been able to talk to me when we reached here. She was still traumatised by the fact that our mate left us here to die.

So I try again "Eliz, you know today whether we die or live," my voice was weak and you could tell the vulnerability in it. 'Isn't it supposed to be the other way around' she retorts. "Seriously ELIZ" I groan "now is not the time to correct out any saying. Anyways we need to fight for ourselves. If we die we will gladly die with honour" Eliz laughed at that.

'I thought you always wanted to live.'

'I do' I told her

'Then we'll live Elle' she said with determination.

The door opens again; this is it we're ready to defend ourselves. The person didn't get to walk in the room as we used our speed to get to him tackling him before giving him a taste of our fist.

The man put his hands up in defence before bringing up his legs and rolls us over on our back.

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