The male on top pinned me the same way he had pinned Nadia before. As he brings his canines closer to my face, he lets out a deadly growl, "You're dead meat, bitch!"
I tremble under his hold while trying to pull free. His tight grip on my throat was cutting my air supply while the one on my wrists was putting more bruises. My strength was no match for the warrior on top of me. The silver dagger safely tucked behind my back was poking into my flesh with only leather keeping it from burning my skin.
Tears sting in my eyes as I fail to free my hand from his hold. What good is a dagger if I'm too weak to even reach for it? Weak. Weakling. The words make my tears roll freely down my temples. My mate's face flashes in my head. He was right. I'm too weak.
"You're not strong like other wolves.", his words repeat in my head. “One's wolf helps one become brave. Hopefully, your wolf will be able to help you as well soon...but I still want you to use your willpower.”