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jack off every so often, but it’s good to know the ole dick still works. Uh-huh. Right.
    He finished washing his hands and was reaching for the towel when the lights went out. What the hell? No storm or high winds were in the area. Maybe the fuse shorted for the bathroom. He’d have to go check.
    Layla growled. Tom’s heart rate jacked up a notch. He’d owned the dog fourteen years and never once had she growled. Barked, yes, growled, never. Until now.
    The doorknob slipped in his wet grasp. He used a corner of his shirt to twist the knob, managing to barely turn it when he heard Elizabeth scream. The scream died as flesh met flesh and a crash sounded. Oh, God, no. His nightmare had just begun.
    Tom yanked the door open, rushing into the scene from his vision. The room was dark, dappled in moonlight filtering through the blinds, unlike his vision where the room seemed lighter.
    He blinked, rage consuming him. When he opened his eyes, the room seemed brighter and he smelled blood and the sharp tang of terror. A chair lay on the floor, papers scattered everywhere. A huge man with a shaved head and more tats than a prisoner held Elizabeth, one hand clamped over her mouth, one muscle-bulging arm wrapped around her waist. Her feet pummeled his shins, but the blows meant nothing to the man.
    Tom felt his lips peel over his teeth as a red film settled across his eyes. That son of a bitch hurt his daughter. He heard an inhuman howl echo through the kitchen and the skinhead’s eyebrows skimmed skyward. For a minute Tom wondered how Layla could make a noise like that, and then he realized it didn’t come from the dog, it came from him.
    Odd, but then no one had ever tried to kidnap his little girl before.
    His limbs tingled as if he’d stuck his finger in an electrical outlet, energy pulsing through them. His muscles felt like they were growing, lengthening, becoming stronger. His teeth, especially the incisors, ached. His throat quivered as that inhuman howl broke out again. Elizabeth’s eyes widened.
    He focused on her, noting how her eyes glanced behind him as she struggled to speak, her words muffled incoherently. A rush of air to his right caused him to turn, but he was too late. A heavy weight struck his head and he crumpled.
    He heard Elizabeth’s muffled yells as he struggled against the darkness in his head. The front door banged shut and Tom knew he’d failed her. Darkness consumed him.

Chapter 3
    Vonda saw the house from a distance. Uh-oh. It looked as if she’d been eating cattle from her newest client. That couldn’t be a good thing. Maybe Tom hadn’t noticed. It could happen.
    Sam trotted along beside her, glancing at her occasionally from the corner of his eye. She hadn’t gathered anything else from his canine brain in their journey to the house. Just like a male to be the silent type.
    In the distance she saw the house, shining like a lighthouse to a weary traveler. Her steps slowed. She was in wolf form and would be until morning. What would Tom do when he saw her? Shoot her? What was she thinking to trail after Sam like this?
    Sam looked at her and Vonda felt his mind touch hers.
    Hurry. Fear. Help.
    Sam had a point. Even from this distance something seemed off. A discord in the harmony of nature. What the hell. If Tom needed her help she was all for it. Maybe afterward he’d repay her with sex. Yeah. That sounded like a great idea. He might be a bit freaked out when she changed, but he’d know she helped him and he’d throw her on the bed, thrusting inside her, and…
    The lights shut off at the house, effectively throwing her out of her fantasy. Vonda stopped, startled by the sudden loss of light. Sam’s ears cocked forward as he sniffed the air. Vonda dragged a deep sniff in too, smelling the scents of evening along with a new scent.
    Her nostrils flared. What was that? The smell triggered a response in the wolf’s brain that resonated in her body. Despite the fact she had never smelled that