The back of the van felt cold, metallic, and suffocating, but my wolf senses were still twitching, even in the haze of unconsciousness. My hair fell over my face in a messy cascade, and though my body was still, my instincts screamed of danger though I couldn't fully process it yet.
The two men handling me were sweating, clearly inexperienced wolves trying to follow the orders of a more cunning Alpha. Their nerves radiated through the confined space.
"She won't wake up, will she?" one whispered. "Was the drug strong enough?"
"I don't know. I only used the recommended dose. If it's too strong, she'll be out longer," the other replied, fidgeting with the restraints. Their lack of control made my inner wolf stir, claws itching even in my groggy haze.
