Chapter 120. Disrupted Rituals

Harper’s wolf was desperate, but there was no way she could defeat the two males holding her. Especially after another one put a bag over her head as they carried her away.

She listened for what she could, trying to hear if Taya screamed out, but it was no use. They took her away too quickly, and all she could make out was the sound of crashes and clanging metal coming from the room.

She thrashed and thrashed, but the hands on her only tightened their holds. Claws poked into her arms, though she barely felt the pain as she tried to get away and get back to Taya.

Who were these shifters? Just what kind of mess had Rosalie gotten them into?

And then, just as abruptly as they came, they left.

Harper was dumped onto the floor, and by the time she reached up to take the bag off her head, they were gone. There was no sign of them anywhere.

She looked over to see Stella heaped on the floor beside her, looking just as dazed and confused, her eyes wide wit