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flickered back to the mad priest as he knelt between her legs, and her hands clenched into tight fists at the inhuman light in his eyes as he leered down at her. She wanted to hurl when he touched her. The sensation of his hands sliding first over her breasts and then over her belly, leaving smears of blood from his last victim behind, was like a snake slithering over her skin. Her ankles wrenched in the loops of the bindings coiled around them as he grabbed her knees and roughly shoved them wider, opening her up as far as the ropes and her hips would allow.
    She had the insane thought that whatever deals he’d been making with his very special devil had done more than guarantee him a spot in hell—they had already taken his soul there.
    Lucy tensed, preparing for the inevitable degradation of his cock pushing inside her, followed by what was certain to be a painful and bloody death by multiple stab wounds. Suddenly her gaze was drawn past the knives and red robes, which was how she saw the flash of fur, teeth and claws a split second before the large wolf launched itself into the air.
    Pandemonium was immediate and total. The priest tumbled from his position over her, a wolf’s snarling muzzle tearing into his throat as more of them—Lucy couldn’t count how many—bounded into the circle.
    Most of the men looked around helplessly, without any clue what was happening. But Samuel looked down at her . His lip curled and he raised his dagger high, the tip pointed right at her belly.
    Before he could stick it in her, a light-gray wolf— her wolf —jumped onto the altar, putting itself between Lucy and the knife, its hackles raised, teeth bared in a low growl. Samuel visibly paled and stumbled back a few steps, his eyes glued to the menacing beast. In the next moment he turned to run, but only got a few feet before a pair of black wolves launched their long, lithe bodies at him.
    He went down in a blur of snarling teeth and slashing claws. The wolves immediately started tearing him apart. She heard the crunch of bones breaking just before Samuel screeched. One wolf had crushed his hand between its massive jaws until he was forced to drop his knife. The other wolf went straight for the man’s throat. His screams turned to whimpering gurgles of agony as his own blood spurted and showered back down on his face into his wide, horrified eyes.
    A third wolf joined the fray. It bared its teeth and seemed to smile as Samuel raised his arms weakly, trying to hold it off.
    And then it went for his gut, slicing right through the silk robe and chomping down, digging its snout into the soft, fleshy white skin until there was nothing left but a lacerated, pulpy mess.
    Lucy clenched her eyes shut, trying to block out the gurgling sound of Samuel’s screams, but not before the sight of that dark blood dripping from the wolves’ muzzles and fur was forever implanted in her brain.
    She remembered Aileen then and twisted her head around to find her friend, but she was gone.
    “Oh God, no. Aileen!” Lucy started struggling against her bonds once more, desperate to be freed. Her wolf turned around to face her. When she looked into its face, she froze in fear and astonishment.
    Those eyes looked too familiar. Light eyes that reminded her of a winter storm.
    The wolf lowered his head and nosed her raw, bloody wrist. Lucy’s breath caught at his soft whine before he carefully licked her wound. She felt the brief, intimate contact through her whole body. It was all too much for a simple girl whose idea of adventure during her first trip abroad had been an intoxicating midnight kiss with a stranger in a dark carriage.
    Her vision swam as her eyes rolled up into her head. She started shivering uncontrollably, feeling the world start to warp away from her, making her dizzy and weak.

Chapter Five
     
    Lucy’s wolf yipped lightly in her ear and a heavy weight lowered on top of her, bringing her back to her surroundings. She had the feeling