His Mate - 36. Michael's Torture

Samantha's POV

There has to be a way out of here, I think. My wolf, Jupiter, yearns for her mate. I look around. I notice a chair placed right next to the window. I rush over to the chair and throw it. The glass shatters. I rush over to the window.

All I see is black, maybe it's dark out. I'm getting out of here. My hand is automatically met by a hard surface. Concrete. I let out a scream of frustration. "YOU CAN'T KEEP ME HERE!" I yell. "MY PACK WILL FIND ME AND ALL OF YOU WILL DIE!"

I enter a stage of hysterics. A tiny voice in the back of my head is telling me I'll never get out of here. The pack doesn't have their Alpha to guide them. I hope Dean and Genelia are there. Oh God, Genelia! The event comes rushing back to me.

Jack's eyes widen. I hear something fall behind me. "Genelia?" Blood drips down her forehead, and Oliver drags her body away.

"Thanks for my mate, love." Oliver winks and disappears with my best friend.

"NO!