Page 41 of Corbin (Wild Wolf Pack from the world of Gallize Shifters #2)

Struggling to breathe and stay conscious, Corbin rolled his head until he could look out over the water.

Eirene surfaced halfway across. She’d be safe.

He and Ares would never know what the word safe meant ever again, but they had saved their mates.

“Chain the dog and take him to the van,” Vlad ordered. He stepped closer, knowing from experience that Corbin would be in no shape to hurt a fly for another hour. “When I find your woman, I will show you what I do to female shifters who try to defy me. I will enjoy watching her beg to be killed.”

The three men put a chain around Corbin’s neck and connected it to where his hands and feet had been cuffed.

I’m sorry, Ares. I hate that this is happening to you.

Corbin was sick over Ares finally facing his darkest fear and coming out on the other side not as the wolf he’d known as a child, but a much greater version.

I am so proud of what you did in the water and how you fought that bear. I would never want another wolf.

Ares made a pitiful moan. Want Pixie.

I know. I want Eirene, too, but we did the right thing by getting them out of here. I never want Vlad to touch either of our mates .

Vlad’s men were dragging Corbin through the woods, letting his head bang against tree trunks. He didn’t care about blood oozing from his head or low bushes or broken branches digging long cuts into his body. Not after being hit twice with Vlad’s remote control then kicked around by his men.

That was merely a taste of how much worse it would be now that Vlad had no desire to use Corbin and Ares as part of his operation.

When Ares spoke again, he sounded vicious. We fight our way out.

Corbin would not try to change his wolf’s mind. Ares knew fighting would end in their deaths. His wolf understood the raw pain of having what he wanted within his grasp, only to lose it as much as Corbin did.

We will fight .