Blood Vow (Blood Moon Rising) Read Online Free

screamed as her body was snatched out of the air by the jaws of the biggest, baddest wolf of them all.
    Fenrir.
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    “RUMORS ABOUND, RAFAEL. And if they are true, I don’t blame you for abandoning your brother,” Corbet taunted from the dock above him. “With a lie, your brother stole your chosen one. He beguiled her, then marked her as his own.” Corbet threw his head back and laughed uproariously.
    Rafe swam to the piling beneath where Corbet stood. He inclined his head to his men, indicating they should all grab ahold of it. “Rumor has it she’s pregnant with his child.” Corbet laughed again. “Is it true?”
    Rafe snarled, his beast jealously gnashed at his belly.
    Go after Falon, Rafe, Lucien pleaded. Hurry, before it’s too late.
    Rafe hesitated. If he went after Falon, Lucien would surely die—and if he were dead . . . The ring flared—in protest or agreement, he wasn’t sure.
    “I’m going to skin your brother alive strip by strip, just like I did your mother.” Corbet chuckled. “Do you remember, Rafe, how she begged me to stop? How your father, the proud arrogant Arnou begged and pleaded that I spare the beautiful Tamaska’s life?” Corbet’s voice tightened.
    Rafe’s beast snarled viciously.
    “Let’s see if the imperious Mondragon begs for his life.”
    Though Lucien had not uttered a sound, the copper scent of his brother’s blood wafted down to Rafe. He steeled himself as he felt the intense burn of Lucien’s agony. The ring flared painfully on his hand. In contrast, the beast within Rafe quieted. It was always its most quiet when it was most deadly.
    Go, Rafe! Go while this bastard is preoccupied! Lucien called to him.
    Rafael’s vision blurred momentarily before clearing to precise clarity. There was no question in Rafe’s heart what he would do. He had always looked out for his younger brother. Just as he would now.
    “Argh!” Lucien roared in pain.
    “Oh, that was a long one,” Corbet chuckled. “Let’s make it a set.”
    Lucien roared again in pain. And something in Rafael snapped.
    Lucien watched with macabre satisfaction from where he laid crucified to the dock, impaled by half a dozen silver Slayer swords. Corbet held up a long strip of flesh from his belly, blood dripping from the raw strip of exposed flesh he just tore it from.
    Falon! he called. Rafe is coming for you!
    Corbet tore another strip of skin from him. Lucien bit back a groan, praying Rafe had left, praying— “Argh!” he screamed as Corbet slowly pulled yet another strip.
    Tensing for another excruciating cut and tear, Lucien started. Like a lightning bolt, Rafe struck Corbet, sending the bastard tumbling backward against one of the wooden crates containing the poison Slayer swords, the impact cracking open the thick wooden slats. Swords spewed onto the concert deck. Rafe grabbed the swords impaling Lucien’s forearms and thighs and yanked them out. He turned, hurling them at the encroaching Slayers hitting his mark both times. Grabbing two poison swords, he tossed one to Lucien. Grabbing several more he distributed them to his men, then grabbed Lucien by the arm and leapt back into the bay with him. The cold water felt good on his wounds.
    As they surfaced moments later, Anja’s blood curdling scream tore through the night.
    Fuck! Rafe cursed. Corbet had her. Why hadn’t she jumped into the water with them?
    “Would you like me to do you a favor Vulkasin?” Corbet taunted. “I understand you have marked one Lycan too many.” He laughed. “If I eliminate the lovely Anja, then your archaic honor will not have to be tested and your precious Falon will indeed be yours.” He laughed again. “What will poor Lucien do then?”
    Anja screamed again.
    “Makes you wish you hadn’t rescued brother dear, now doesn’t it?”
    I’m going to tear that bastard apart one piece at a time, Lucien hissed.
    “You have to the count of ten, Vulkasin, to offer up yourself or your brother in exchange