Page 76 of Wolf Bound

“What’s your name?” Kira asked the boy.

“Tommy Jones.”

“Hi, Tommy. I’m Kira and he’s Fisher.”

The boy was a redhead, freckles smattered across his cheeks and nose, and his green eyes were red with crying.

“Okay, you and I are going for a trip,” Oscar said to Tommy.

“You were supposed to leave the boy with us,” Fisher said.

“You’re not in charge here, if you didn’t realize it,” Oscar said. “Come on, kid.”

The boy looked at Fisher and Kira as if he had hoped they were going to save him, but all tied up, they couldn’t do a thing. Not at the moment. They just hoped Oscar would be honorable enough to leave the boy somewhere safe. She suspected Demetria would make sure everyone was watching for Oscar to pick up Royce. But he might get off at another stop. They would have to have all the places covered.

In the meantime, Kira and Fisher needed to get themselves out of the bind they were in.

As soon as they heard car doors shut—her car, which so irritated her—they began to try and get loose. Then the car engine revved up and Oscar drove off.

“Can you make any headway with the ropes?” Kira asked Fisher.

“I’m trying. What about you?”

“A little, but he tied them tight.”

“I’m going to try and shift.”

“Can you?”

“I think so. You can’t with your wrists cuffed behind your back, but I should be able to.”

Then the ropes began loosening and she heard his cuffs drop on the floor.

“Yes! Omigod, we’re mating,” she said, loving him for being so resourceful and quick thinking.

He woofed, but he was still trying to get out of the ropes. But they were looser, and she was wriggling and wiggling, trying to get free of them. She was still pulling against them, which meant that they were tightening against the fully dressed wolf behind her, though Fisher had lost his shoes.

No one ever liked to shift while they were wearing clothes, but in an emergency, they would do whatever they had to. If they had to, she thought it was like when a dog was dressed up for a human’s entertainment.

“Oh, oh, I’m nearly out.” Well, not quite, but she’d managed to get one loop of rope over her head. With all the wiggling and jiggling, they ended up knocking over the chairs.

Unlike in the movies where they likely used breakaway furniture, these chairs were solid and didn’t break. Darn it.

Okay, so being on their side on the floor wasn’t easier.

Then she heard chewing and glanced back at Fisher and saw he was chewing through the rope coiled around them, snarling and growling. She loved him.

With a snap, he was through one coil of the rope and that was enough to loosen it further and she fought to get out of the remaining rope. Her hands cuffed behind her back was what was giving her fits.

Then Fisher shifted and pulled the rest of the rope off himself. She was freer now, and he hurried to remove the rest of the rope tied around her and helped her up. He hugged and kissed her, and she loved him so much.

His mouth lingered on hers and he was still holding close. “We get into the worst binds.”

“It’s all in the job description,” she said, then he released her. “But I’m serious. You’re mine.”

He laughed and began rummaging through drawers in the kitchen. “I love you and I am thrilled about mating you. I’m looking for something that can open your handcuffs.”

“I’ve got a Swiss army knife in my pocket that he didn’t take.” She was so glad she had that on her and Oscar hadn’t searched her for anything.

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