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her imaginary ‘friend’ and assured her parents
everything was as it should be. As a young teenager, when her
‘friend’ became more outspoken, he’d become her confidant and
therapist. His assurance that everything was fine was transferred
from her parents to her. He encouraged her to “explore the
experience” and “embrace this inner beast that plagues you”. That
was when the trouble started.
    “ Why are you driving in
circles?” she asked, suddenly alert as they took another turn. He’d
already done it twice, turning down side streets, taking rights and
lefts, but always ending up back on his original route.
    “ Precaution.” He never took
his eyes from the windshield, but a few minutes later glanced at
her with a sly upturn at the corner of his mouth. “I’ve always
loved that.”
    “ What?”
    “ That unerring sense of
direction. Knowing you’re never lost.”
    Tommie understood what he was saying. She’d
always had a sense of where she was and where she’d come from and
how the two connected. She never understood what people meant when
they said they got ‘turned around’ or lost their way.
    As a little girl, she’d been baffled by a
news report of a child lost in the woods. Lost? How could she be
lost? When asked, her mother used the story to caution Tommie about
what happened to little girls who wandered away from their parents.
Tommie’d thought the warning was silly, stupid really, but knew it
was impolite to say so. A few years later, she realized the lost
child was normal. It was she who was not. She’d never mentioned the
ability to anyone, not even Dr. Gantnor, so how did this guy know?
Did he mean it when he said he had it, too? She was about to ask
when he continued.
    “ The other thing I’ve always
loved is my ability to track, so don’t think you can use that sense
of direction to get away. You have information I need and I aim to
get it.”
    “ So you’re saying I’ve only
traded one prison for another.” Her new captor was no better than
Gantnor, just better looking.
    “ No, I’m saying that as soon
as you tell me where I can find Thomas Bane, you can be on your
way.”
    Tommie forced her clenched jaw to relax to
hide what she was thinking. Did this guy really believe he could
throw her a bone and she’d wag her tail and follow him
anywhere?
    The sad fact was that in the not too distant
past, she might have. She’d skated through life believing in
goodness and trusting that those around her only wanted what was
best. Her time with Dr. Gantnor proved how wrong she was.
    She eyed the man sitting next to her. He was
big and powerful. She couldn’t fight him. She was too weak to
outrun him. She’d have to find a way to outsmart him.
    And the voice inside her
that regularly spoke without words, asked, “ Why ?”
     

Chapter 4

    “ Nothing to say?”
    She growled, deep in her throat, so low it
was almost a purr. If she wasn’t ninety pounds of skin and bone,
not to mention rank with the smell of rotting meat and shit, that
growl might have made his wolf sit up and take notice.
    As it was, his wolf was pacing, nervously
aware of the creature staring out the passenger window. If Bull
didn’t know better, he’d think his big brown wolf was afraid of the
skinny little thing and Bull couldn’t figure out why.
    She didn’t look like she’d be a threat to
anyone. Bull caught the thought and snickered at it. Not a threat
unless you were that nurse she laid out in the cage. Watching the
little wolver drag that woman across the floor had been a sight to
behold and there was a sense of justice to it, he had to admire. He
would have liked to have been there when the bitch woke up and
found the tables turned.
    It was that more than anything else that
proved she wasn’t as close to turning feral as he first suspected.
That and the bat-in-a-bag. A crazed and starving feral would have
killed the nurse and eaten the bat. Though he still hadn’t figured
out how in hell bat