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    Uncoiling his arms from around me Josef now fisted my curls. He applied just enough pressure to bring my head back. Exposing my throat he ran his nose over my pulse. I tried to loosen his grip. Tried to think of anything other than what his odd attention was doing to my treacherous body. Please Lord, don’t let this be happening.
    “Please, I promised Sabine I’d keep her safe.” My voice was soft, my plea weak.
    I figured perhaps his beast would heed my fragile female ploy. Weres were very into protecting their women and their young. I was hoping to play upon his softer side, knowing full well it might not work. As a matter of fact it might send his beast into overdrive and he might mate with me here in the mud. I should really think my plans through better before I go off willy-nilly. Oh well, it was too late now.
    Josef pulled back from my neck and looked me in the eye. “The girl is safe. Priest is her father’s most trusted guard.”
    His most trusted guard, yeah and the butler was never the murderer in all those old movies. Or maybe it had been Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with a candlestick all along? No, something wasn’t right. If Priest was Vicktor’s most trusted man, than how had the Nocturns taken Sabine from her bed? It would stand to reason that one would assign their best to care for their children.
    No wonder she’d been so afraid at the sight of Priest. I’d hoped it was because he was a werewolf and his beast had been hovering close to the surface, but I guess not. Because if I had any doubt that Priest was in league with the baddies before, I didn’t now.
    My thoughts were cut short when I noticed the shift in Josef’s eyes. They had gone from electric blue to an eerie hellfire color. Shit, he was going wolfy on me. The creatures of the Mythos called it ‘Bad Moon Rising’. It was said that it made Weres even more unpredictable. So when the Bad Moon was rising you needed to get out quick.
    But his beast wasn’t rising to fight. Oh no, this was much worse for me. It was rising to claim a mate. Since I was the only one around I had to assume he intended to claim me. That was so not going to happen. First of all I didn’t intend on being barefoot and pregnant the rest of my days. Secondly, grandpa had raised a lady and ladies don’t do it in the mud like a common pig.
    So knowing he would be distracted, I bucked and rolled, shifting my weight so that Josef was now flat on his back. Without a second’s thought I was up and running; not even stopping to pull my knife out just in case.
    The air around me was rent with a heart stopping howl. Josef, who I was sure, was now more beast than man was frustrated. Most females would have come crawling to him. Rumor had it that they gave off pheromones to a potential mate. It made getting laid for a werewolf a no brainer. Pheromones or no pheromones, I was out of there. There was no way I needed an obsessed werewolf on my case. Let him go find someone with the same values he had.

Chapter 4:
    Busting through the clearing beside the road my legs finally gave out. Every muscle in my body begged for rest. I hadn’t slowed down since I ran from Josef a half hour ago. Even with my above average stamina that was a feat, my ribs were screaming in protest and my head was pounding.
    Somehow I had to make it away from him and to Sabine. Wherever Priest had taken her I would have to find her. I already knew the tenor of her emotions from all the fear she had pushed into me earlier. So it was only a matter of getting far enough away from Josef and his beast to stop and feel for her.
    This line of thinking had me wondering how I had made it this far, with a werewolf on my heels. If he had given chase I wouldn’t have made it even a few feet. Or maybe he liked to play with his women before he brought them to their knees. There was no accounting for what some guys thought of as foreplay.
    “Gotcha.”
    Josef scooped me up from the ground and threw me