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wooden latch-style handle, and it looked very much like
something from a different time period. There was nothing else in the room,
except for the dusty cobwebs that adorned the corners. The walls, floor and
ceiling were reminiscent of some sort of hand-built tiny cabin. Anya knew one
thing for sure. This was not her home, and the smell of a man she didn’t
recognize was all about the room.
    As she attempted
to move, fear washed over her. She couldn’t feel her legs. The memories slammed
into her then. She’d snuck across the bay, had entered enemy territory and had
been hunted down. They’d shot her and now she had no doubt she was a prisoner
of the Temple Island pack.
    The bullet must
have injured her back, but it would heal. As a werewolf, she healed from some
pretty amazing injuries. However, she doubted the enemy would allow her to live
long enough for that to happen. If she was anywhere else, within a week she’d
be back on her feet, but there, she doubted she’d live more than a day. Panic
slowly seeped into her at the direness of the situation.
    The sounds of
heavy boots on wooden steps filtered into the tiny room, driving the feeling of
dread higher in her. The sound stopped for a moment, then she heard something
being unlocked and the rattling of a chain. Slowly the door creaked open. The
small amount of light from the candles illuminated the imposing figure in the
doorway, and her heart caught in her throat. As the enormous man stepped
inside, she saw his eyes were a near golden -yellow.
    His face was
hard chiseled lines, his lips pressed together tightly as he glared at her. The
dark complexion of his skin reminded her of a deep bronze suntan. He was rather
tall and wide, and it added to the menace she felt as he took a step inside and
closed the door. He tilted his head and eyed her. It didn’t help the feeling of
fear she was becoming overwhelmed with.
    “Silverback,” he
said with a snarl.
    Too afraid, Anya
said nothing as he glared at her. His temple pulsed where a long scar ran along
his black hair. The pounding in her chest hurt. She knew instinctively this was
the Temple Island pack’s alpha, and the hairs on the nape of her neck stood on
end.
    “What is your
name?” he demanded. Anya did not answer. She simply stared at him. Her own fear
had taken her voice.
    He moved closer,
standing right beside the bed, looming over her. His large muscles strained
against his denim-clad legs and his burly chest heaved slightly as he sniffed
the air. Anya swallowed. She just now realized how thirsty she was.
    “Tell me your
name, Silverback,” he said with a growl. This time his words echoed in the
small room.
    “Anya,” she
whispered hoarsely. She hadn’t meant for it sound so meek, it was never good to
show fear to an enemy.
    He raised an
eyebrow, a look of keen interest showing on his face. She knew she’d made a
mistake telling him her name as an almost evil smile crossed his lips.
    “The alpha’s
baby sister. Well, well, it looks as if you just made yourself into an
invaluable guest.” He eyed her face, the look changing from a hard glare to
something Anya couldn’t quite fathom.
    “I’ll send for
some food and water,” he said still smiling. “Then you and I are going to have
a nice long talk.”
    Tears welled in
her eyes after he turned and walked out the door. She heard the chain again and
a lock sliding into place. There was no doubt if her brother found out she’d
disobeyed him, he would be furious. But right now there was a bigger problem to
worry about. This was not the outcome she’d wanted on this excursion. Having
always been the sneakiest wolf within her pack, she’d never thought she would
get caught. But after finding the pool she’d become so absorbed in all the
tales she’d heard, her mind had been distracted it had left her vulnerable.
    When she’d left her
small village that morning, she’d lied to Mitch, saying she was going hunting.
Being nearly fifteen years