Penelope held her bow trained on Oren. He took deep breaths keeping his eye on her but making no move to attack or defend.
“Ashleigh!” Penelope shouted. “I found them!”
A flash of panic passed over Oren’s eyes.
“Take her to Roman now!” he shouted.
Behind the trees, only a few feet from where they had stopped, two men and two wolves came out. Penelope’s eyes widened. She moved her aim toward the closest to Bell and let loose the arrow. With a loud and painful cry, the wolf fell to the ground.
Oren took the opportunity to jump at Penelope, bringing her crashing down into the snow.
“Go! Go now!” he shouted, struggling to hold her down.
The remaining three surrounded Bell, grabbing her arms as she struggled and shouted. Then, they hurried to pull her further into the trees.
Oren looked back; it wasn’t far to the border. All they had to do was get her across, and Roman would be waiting on the other side. Then his mate would be released.
