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that.”
    After placing a sweet kiss on her forehead, he stood up. “Be right back.”
    Orianna pushed to a sitting position and wrapped the warm blanket around her body. Lorcan vanished right before her eyes. She gasped in surprise, peering anxiously about the cave. Living here would definitely be a culture shock. She’d been raised in a very upscale community before marrying the wealthiest man around. This would be a riches-to-rags story, a crushing blow to her aristocrat family if they ever found out.
    Before she had too much time to think, the same magnificent gray wolf that she’d followed into the woods appeared in the cave without making a sound. She stared in half-awe, half-fear as the large animal stalked toward her.
    “Lorcan…is that you?” Her voice faltered. She swallowed hard.
    The wolf circled her, sniffed her, then rubbed its head against her arm. She breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to stroke the thick fur coat. He rolled onto his back like a big dog seeking a belly rub, making her laugh.
    “So this is how you charm the ladies, hm?” she teased while rubbing his furry chest. Then in the next moment he was gone.

Chapter Three
     
     
    Lorcan ran through the woods, using his heightened speed and senses to arrive at the destination point before the moon had left the sky. Heavy snowfall had tapered to flurries and blustery winds. If anyone arrived on the scene after he left, the only tracks one might find would be those of a wild animal. He stealthily crept up the steps toward the door Orianna had used. This task would require a couple shifts. He said a quick prayer to summon his human form before going inside.
    Once completely man, he used skills honed in war to slip inside without a sound. Orianna had not locked the door, so going in was a breeze. His keen eyesight made it easy to move about in the still dark rooms, keeping his back to the walls as he did so. Her scent greeted his senses as he slid along the wall past the bathroom. He pushed the distraction aside. His intense hunger for her would have to wait.
    He crept up a long flight of stairs to the second floor, where he assumed the bedrooms would be located. After silently checking each room, he found the target sleeping in what looked like the master suite. Walking over to the huge elaborate bed, he kicked the footboard with force. “Rise and shine, cupcake!” Zale shot off the mattress in full panic. He reached for the nightstand drawer but Lorcan kicked his hand away. “Going for the little handgun, huh?” In two steps, he had Zale pinned to the wall by the throat. “I’m going to enjoy this. I love kicking the shit out of motherfuckers like you.”
    “Look,” Zale squeaked. “The safe is behind the wall. Take the money and go.”
    “How much is she worth?”
    A dumbfounded look flitted through terrified eyes. “Huh? Who?”
    “Your wife, asshole, how much would you pay to keep her around as your punching bag?”
    “I-I don’t know who you are or what you think you heard, but I—”
    “Save it!” Lorcan drove a fist into Zale’s jaw, then slammed a knee into his gut. “Stand up like a man, you pussy ass.” Lorcan jabbed him in the eye. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Can you only hit women?”
    Zale slid to the floor and groaned. “Who the hell are you?”
    Lorcan dropped to one knee, striking repeatedly with both fists. Rage engulfed him. He saw the enemy torturing their own women, using them as human shields—memories he longed to forget, yet the horror was never very far away. Zale cowered beneath his fury, covering his head with both arms. Lorcan never backed off. He pummeled Orianna’s abuser without mercy.
    When the man appeared beaten into submission, Lorcan pulled him to his feet by his neck. Their eyes met.
    “Please…no more…” Zale gasped for breath.
    “Is that what Orianna said when you beat her?” Lorcan seethed.
    A shocked look flooded the man’s eyes. “Y-you…know…my