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Ignoring the primal fear they inspired, I climbed the fucking tree. Again. And again. And again. Each climb was accompanied by a scripture and plenty of bullshit I had no interest in hearing.
    By the tenth time I came down, I was certain the wolves were coming closer and also certain I was so exhausted to nearly not give a shit. But thoughts of the wolves going to camp said it was time to end this shit and get back to camp. "I'm done."
    " The hell you are. Bane, you're still failing to get the point. I am Top Dom here. You do as I say when I say. And you had better remember I'm not your father."
    Fucking low blow. "You might be Top Dom, but this is ridiculous. And in case you hadn't noticed, that wolf pack is coming closer. I don't intend to be here when they come." I turned and started walking for camp, braced for that same impact from earlier. It didn't come. I slowed, waiting for something.
    " Then Tara will finish your punishment for you."
    I froze , keeping my head lowered, not turning. Fucker.
    " Or you can come back here and take it like a man. Dom up Bane. Learn to take orders." He gave a deep chuckle. "What's the matter? Subbing too hard for the big bad Dom?"
    My hand gave a particularly nasty throb. Both of my shins were torn all to hell. And he thought there was something to be learned? He could think that all he wanted, but it was bullshit. And he would never bring Tara into it. I turned back.
    He stood there with a rope coiled in his hands. "Get your back against the tree."
    " For what?"
    " I swear to fucking God if you question me one more time, I won't ask, I'll just go get Tara and drag her out here and tie her to this fucking tree."
    Submitting to abuse was not my strong fucking suit. But I forced my legs over to the tree and put my back against it.
    Grinning like a devil, he took a loop around one wrist, circled the tree and bound my other wrist. The rope pulled tight, but not unbearably so. I could live with it. Then he did the same with my ankles.
    "I'll see you at dawn." He stalked off through the woods.
    Holy fuck! Anger insisted I scream insults after him, but the threat to Tara kept me silent. My injured hand throbbed, blood still oozing. Standing there, every cut and scrape stung and burned, and one particularly deep gash to the inside of my forearm still trickled blood as well.
    I shifted my shoulders as a mosquito worked really hard at sucking me dry. Even with all my squirming to keep the bugs off, it barely worked slack into the ropes. I let my head drop back against the trunk, braced my legs, and closed my eyes.
    The preacher 's words rang in my head. Submitting too hard for the big bad Dom? Fucker. Fucker because it was hard for me. Not with Tara, but with people like him. Like my father who didn't really give a shit about me. Tara, I knew she cared. It made submitting to her a fucking treat. Submitting was only hard when it came to submitting to the wrong thing. And this was wrong. Which is why I hated it. Same reason I hated my father's bullshit authority. Same. Exact. Thing. Only difference with the Preacher was the weird fucking way he added scripture to the task. And if it wasn't for his smirky ass attitude, I might not mind so much. But to do this, over not following one fucking order was over the top nuts. This didn't make me want to submit one fucking bit. I only did it for Tara. That was it. Tara made me submit.
    He was sure wrong if he thought I was scared of him. I couldn't help be grateful that he at least seemed to possess a thread of humanity that occasionally showed up and prevented him from realizing the full potential of that animal lurking within him.
    Time passed, but I had no idea how much. I 'd grown incredibly stiff and sore standing there like that. I listened, trying to pinpoint whatever had roused me. Some sound. Just as I'd started to relax again, figuring it was a dream, a howl sounded off to my left, not far enough away.
    An answer ing howl came from a few hundred