Free Ravished by Wolves by Nicole Ash Page B

tried to save me and the bastards murdered them…
    A rage unlike any she had ever felt was growing inside her, suffocating her in a black hatred for the man behind her.
    Murderer. Sorry fucking bastard—
    The world grew brighter, more crisp, even as the color seemed to leak out of it. She heard the beating of the black heart of the man behind her, the labored breathing of the other three men who were even then recovering and standing. Sharp pain twisted through her body and she fell forward out of his grasp, turning toward him as she fell down to her hands and knees. His face was a frozen mask of sheer terror, eyes bulging, and his mouth worked in a silent scream. She turned all of her hatred on him, wishing with all her heart that she could tear him apart with her bare hands.
    A growl rose in her throat and she jumped to her feet, slapping him across the face with all the force in her body. Blood splattered across her own face as she did and the man, finally recovering his speech, howled in agony and fear as part of his face was split apart. The gun slipped from his hands and he fell backward, screaming madly, struggling to his feet and running away. A pained cry from behind stopped her intended pursuit. She fell again to her hands and knees when she tried to turn.
    What the fuck?
    Her eyes fell on Fador, who was now standing, clutching at his stomach, shock written across his face. The other three men had apparently run away when her attacker did.
    Fador!
    Her voice couldn’t get past the lump in her throat, but she ran to him anyway, jumping into his arms. His expression was pained and there was something else there as well. Awe.
    “You’ve… changed.”
    He held her tightly against his chest several minutes before settling her back to the sand.
    “Amber you… you’re one of us?”
    What do you mean?
    It slowly started to register in her mind that something was terribly wrong with her. Something had changed. When she looked down at her arms, she found them replaced with two white, fur covered legs. The legs of a wolf. Her mind went numb with shock.
    Oh my God This… this can’t be happening—
    “Shh. Don’t panic. Go get in the boat. We can talk when we get to safety. I promise… we’ll explain everything.”
    Fador stooped over and carefully lifted the wounded black wolf, clutching it close to himself and walking toward the boat, his breath ragged. The stench of blood was thick in the air.
    Michael…? With a new wave of horror, she realized with a certainty that the wolf in Fador’s arms had to be Michael. The rage, the horror, the fear, all seemed to melt out of her and she found herself sitting, human again, looking after the retreating men and feeling completely drained.
    “Werewolves.”
    She could hardly deny what they were, as insane as it seemed, even knowing she was now one of them.
    “Come on! We don’t have much time. They’re likely to regroup any minute now. We have to get the hell off this island.”
    Amber got to her feet, obediently following behind Fador, terrified by the stillness of Michael’s prone body in his arms.
     
    * * * *
     
    “Tell me everything.”
    The sky was lightening now, the rose colored fingers of dawn stretching across the wide open ocean sky. Michael, human once more, lay across her lap on the blanket she had brought up on deck from the cabin below. His breathing was smooth and deep now, not labored as it had originally been. Amber smoothed the raven black hair on his forehead, running her fingers through it.
    Fador stood behind the captain’s wheel and looked out to sea. He no longer clutched at his stomach, but stood straight. His expression, when she turned toward him to see it, was unreadable to her. Michael stirred in his sleep, but lay still when she went back to stroking his head.
    “We were cursed centuries ago.”
    “By who?”
    “The white wolf. Remember what I said before, about Michael and I being wolf hunters?”
    Amber met his eyes and