Free Ravished by Wolves by Nicole Ash Page A

it and the fear she felt suffocating her. She had just spotted a group of men in a circle around something or someone, fighting and shouting, when she suddenly found herself on the ground under a heavy weight.
    “Michael?” The elation she had felt growing inside her was dashed away, turning to horror as she realized the man on top of her was definitely not one of hers.
    “Get off me! Get off of me!”
    The man above her chuckled.
    “Oh, I’ll get off ya all right, bitch.”
    Amber caught a flash of silver in the moonlight as he raised a knife to her throat.

Chapter Six
     
    Her eyes were attracted to a black blur that sprang from the group of fighters, now cut down to less than half the number there had been, and plowed into the man on top of her. Amber heard a feral growl as she rolled free, finding her feet.
    One of the wolves from before? It seemed like a remarkable coincidence. She turned away as the wolf tore into the man’s throat, but she was still keenly aware of his gurgled last breath.
    He would have killed me. She felt anger for what the man had planned to do to her, and a vast relief that the wolf had attacked when it had. Standing as still as she could, she hoped he wouldn’t attack her as well. There was no sign of Fador or Michael, but she sighed in relief when the wolf ran back into the fray, taking down another man as he did so.
    There was more than just moonlight now illuminating the scene before her and she saw now that the compound was on fire. The flames grew even as she watched, transfixed, momentarily forgetting the very real danger she was in.
    “Amber! The boat—”
    Fador’s call was cut short, but it was enough to set her into action. Amber spied the dock, off to her left, not far from where she stood. She ran toward the nearest boat, avoiding the thrashing, screaming men that had decreased in number again to only four. She glanced their way, but was unable to discern which, if any, were Fador or Michael. She had only just reached the dock when a gunshot split the night, followed by a heart-wrenching yelp. The blood froze in her veins and she turned in time to watch the magnificent black wolf fall to the ground. The man who had shot it stood aiming a gun at her now.
    “Fucking bitch! Burn to place down while we sleep, will ya? I’ll show you.”
    No way out. Her eyes were riveted to the barrel of the gun. Fear kept her glued to the spot. He killed it. That poor wolf… he killed it. It saved my life and the bastard—
    She found herself glaring hatefully into his cold black eyes, hating him with every fiber of her being. He came at her too fast for her to respond, grabbing and twisting her arm as he came around behind her. Amber felt cold steel against the back of her head.
    “See what you did, you fucking whore? Do you have any idea how many people you fucking murdered?”
    Oh God, Fador… where’s Michael? She hadn’t heard him, even when Fador called out to her. The four men continued to fight, and she could see now that the man being jumped was Fador. Michael would never have left him to fight alone like that.
    There’s no way out….
    She watched as Fador shoved the three men he was fighting out his way, bowling them over in his ferocity. He jumped over their prone bodies and ran toward her, his hair wild, rage and hatred burning in his eyes. He screamed at the man behind her to let her go.
    “Fador, no!”
    And then the steel was no longer at the back of her head, was resting on her shoulder instead. The world split apart and her hearing went out as a shot cracked the night. Fador crumpled to the ground over the top of the wolf. Hysteria consumed her and her heart stopped as she watched him fall lifelessly to the ground. Amber stared blankly at him, for what seemed an eternity, expecting at any moment that he would move, until a sound from behind her brought her back to the present. The man behind her was laughing.
    Fador… he murdered Fador. They murdered them both… they