Kira stirred in her sleep as consciousness slowly seeped back into her.
The first thing that managed to break through her deep slumber was not a sound, but a delicious, mouth-watering aroma wafting straight into her nostrils.
She inhaled the sweet scent deeply and let out a soft, subconscious groan of appreciation, her stomach rumbling with an empty growl.
As her brain cells slowly began to fire up, she heard the muffled sounds of cooking, the clink of utensils, the sizzle of something in a pan, and the low hum of someone whistling a tune.
She opened her eyes slowly, but her vision was blurry. Through the haze, she could make out the silhouette of a tall man standing by a small kitchenette, his back turned completely to her. He was dressed casually in a comfortable sweatshirt and matching trousers.
She blinked twice, and the room sharpened into focus, but the image of the man did not go away.
And then it all came flooding back. The chaos of the night before. Connor fighting. Claudia bleeding out on that corridor floor. And then, in the dark of the parking lot, Brian, the needle, the cold dragging her down into nothing.
Brian had taken her.
She turned her head sideways and saw her bloodied dress crumpled on the floor beside the bed. Someone had changed her. The thought made her stomach turn.
Panic surging through her veins, she tried to sit up quickly, only to feel a sharp tug against her right arm.
She looked up and gasped. Her wrist was tightly chained to a small metal pole on the headboard of the bed. Thoroughly offended, she tried to kick her legs to swing herself loose, only to find that her ankles had been securely tied together too.
At first glance, the restraints looked almost funny, like a pair of plush, fashionable bands of soft fur wrapped around her wrist and ankle. But beneath the fur, she could feel the hard links of a chain.
The rattle of her struggling made the man at the kitchenette turn.
Brian smiled when he saw her fighting the chains. He picked up a tray of food and carried it toward her.
"You’re awake," he said warmly.
Kira stopped moving and glared at him with enough heat to melt steel. She said nothing. Instead, she gathered every single ounce of her strength and gave the fluffy wrist chain a violent yank. It did not give an inch.
"I wouldn’t bother doing that if I were you," Brian said, pausing beside the bed. "That’s a pure silver chain underneath the fluff. You can’t break free even if you wanted to. And I know you haven’t gotten your wolf yet, but I used silver just in case being bound might trigger your shift."
"What is the meaning of this?" Kira growled, her fury boiling up and over.
Brian shrugged, almost apologetic. "I’m sorry. Truly. But I’m tired of you running away from me."
"Are you insane?" she bit out.
"Maybe." He set the tray down on the edge of the bed. "Insane about you, perhaps. Now eat. You’ll need your strength if you’re going to keep hating me as thoroughly as you do."
"What do you want?" Kira demanded.
"You," Brian said simply, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Derek will skin you alive when he finds you. You know that, don’t you?"
Brian only shrugged. "I doubt that."
Kira’s eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," he said, settling onto the edge of the bed, "that’s assuming I ever let him see you again."
"You are very, very delusional," Kira said, shaking her head in disbelief at his confidence.
"Maybe I am." He gave a small, tired smile. "Or maybe I just love you a little too much to think straight anymore."
"No, you do not love me!" Kira snapped, her voice rising as she slammed her free hand against the mattress.

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