Like Jasha, the man she loved.
Her gaze fixed on the small dark-red smear at the corner of his mouth.
Blood.
He walked toward her. Naked. He was as glorious naked as she had always dreamed, and now she didn’t dare take the time to check and see if the rumors were true.
Because he had blood on his face.
“You little fool,” he said, “what are you doing here?”
She screamed and flung first one shoe, then the other, with all her might.
He dodged the first one. The second caught him squarely in the chest. The stiletto heel smacked his breastbone. She heard him grunt. Saw blood spurt.
She ran. Ran so hard she skidded into the door. She grabbed the keys. Her sweaty palms slid on the doorknob.
Any minute now and he’d have her.
She turned the knob. The heavy door swung toward her. The wind swept through the door, taking her breath. She ran onto the porch.
Behind her, she heard a growl. In terror, she glanced back—and saw it.
The transformation was reversing.
Inexorably, Jasha was becoming the wolf once more, and those red eyes were fixed on her.
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Table of Contents
Praise
Novels by Christina Dodd
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
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