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He touched my back and I tried to swipe at
him.
    “Everyone out, “Logan commanded when my
stomach had finished.
    I heard him cross the bare floor my eyes
still refusing to work properly. “How much longer of this Olivia?”
He asked, wiping my mouth of with a damp rag.
    “Till it’s gone,” I answered as the beast
roared her displeasure at him being so close, arching my back and
shoulders off the bed.
    Eventually I made it back to my body and felt
no residual lingering of the beast’s emotions.
    Finally.
    Opening my eyes, I took in the small cement
room. The mattress was thin against my back, the bars of the frame
digging into my hips and upper back. A small rectangular window let
in the early morning light. Stretching, I found my shoulder no
longer bothered me as my chaffed and bleeding wrists and ankles
caused a hiss.
    An unfamiliar voice called out to Logan.
“She’s awake and her eyes are back to normal.”
    Normal? Huh, wonder what not normal looked
like?
    The silver jail cell door slid open, turning
towards the noise I saw Logan and a few other alphas holding back.
Working my jaw, I asked hoarsely, “Water?”
    Dean came forward around Logan who began
unshackling my wrists to hold a small cup to my lips. Greedily, I
drained it.
    “Easy, darling. You’ve had one hell of a few
nights.” Dean said pulling the cup away.
    The fresh water washed away the staleness in
my mouth but did nothing for the raw feeling of my throat. I must
have been screaming. Logan finished with my legs and I sat up
shakily. I did not like being on my back in front of a pack of
alphas.
    I saw black spots before I blinked them away,
leaning my head into my hands as a shudder ran through me. Raising
my head back up, I asked, “Why are you all staring at me? Is being
an alpha so mundane you have nothing better than stare at the
resident Executioner?”
    I used my title on purpose. I killed things
and I wasn’t above doing it here. Not to mention the fact I had
just taken down a shifter abuse ring. Assholes.
    No one moved. That was just rude.
    Dean moved around while Logan helped me
stand. I was relatively stable on my own. “Let’s get you a shower.”
Dean said, placing a hand against my back as I leaned heavily
against him.
    The hot water felt amazing on my stiff
joints. It stung on my wrists and ankles but that was a small price
to pay. I stayed under the steam for a few long blissful moments
avoiding the shifters.
    I found Dean sitting on the bed with a first
aid kit.
    “Sorry, I wanted to get your wounds cleaned
up.” He said softly.
    “Not worried.” I said quickly slipping into
jeans and a turquoise top. Sitting next to him on the bed, I rolled
my jeans up.
    My cell phone picked that moment to ring.
Dean swooped it up from the nightstand, handing it to me. I sighed,
“I have to take this.”
    He nodded, going to work on my ankles.
    “I’m okay.” I answered as reassuring as I
could to Grams.
    “Good. Now what the hell happened?” she asked
both relieved and annoyed.
    I filled her in on the details, listening to
her silently absorbing it all before she asked the question we both
wanted an answer to. “How did they amass that many shifter
females?”
    I sighed, “They could have created all of
them, but that would leave a huge gap in the human population which
I didn’t notice on the recent police reports. Or” I paused, putting
her on speaker phone. I wanted everyone who might be listening to
hear this next part. “someone is selling the shifter’s into the
ring.”
    She sighed before stating, “I don’t like
either of those options.”
    “Neither do I,” I answered. “But we have to
figure out where they are coming from if we are going to stop
it.”
    She asked, “Even if it is a shifter or human
matter?”
    I gave that thought. “I see your point,” I
said, shifting the phone to my other hand while Dean spread a thick
ointment over my wrist.
    “I suppose we can wait, alert the law
enforcement, and Logan