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His veins turned to sludge, and his thoughts became muddled, though one word rose above the heavy thuds of his heart as his world dimmed.Tranquilizer.
* * *
Amara
Wrapping a blanketaround her, Amara struggled to get warm on the drafty floor, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she listened to the sound of engines in the distance.
Drasko,she called to her mate through thought.What’s happening?
Her pulse quickened when he didn’t answer, and her world tipped and spun. What if they killed him?
Drasko!
She stilled, barely breathing when she heard boots crunching snow outside the door. She sat up with a gasp when the door slammed open with an audiblecrack.
She thought she’d die from fright when a masked man pointed a gun at her chest. He stomped snow off his boots and yanked off his woolen mask, revealing a man with a dark beard and icy blue eyes. She hugged her blanket to her chest when he looked her over like she was a prime cut of meat. “Kraseevyi,” he said, flashing a mouthful of rotting teeth.
Kras-e-ve?she repeated to herself, recognizing the lust in his eyes as he set his gun against the wall and slammed the door behind him.
Licking his lips, he stepped toward her. “Kraseevyi,” he repeated again while unzipping his pants.
Fuck!Drasko!she cried again.He’s going to rape me!
She didn’t know where she found the strength, but she scrambled to her feet and lunged for the axe that was against the wall, losing her blanket in the process. Mindful of the fact that she was very naked, she clutched the axe with trembling, stiff hands, swinging it when he tried to approach.
She flashed her teeth. “Come any closer and I’ll chop your head off!”
He said a bunch of shit in Russian that she didn’t understand, and then he picked up his gun again, aiming it at her leg. She screamed when he shot her thigh with a short arrow. The axe tumbled from her hands as she fell to her knees and yanked the arrow from her leg. But it was too late. She could already feel the poison leeching into her veins and dulling her senses. The Russian was beside her, lying her on the blankets. He was going to rape her, and she was powerless to stop him.
* * *
Amara opened her eyesand looked down at the mist that moved past her like a swiftly flowing river. She swallowed as she looked at the dark tree line in the distance and recognized this place. She was in Valhol, or what her kind called heaven. Had that Russian killed her? Her heart felt like it had imploded at the thought, for that meant her unborn child was dead and that she’d be parted from her mates and sons. A hooded figure moved toward her, and she knew it was the goddess Amara, her namesake.
She moved toward the goddess as if she was being carried on a cloud. “Am I dead?”
“No,” the goddess answered with a subtle smile. “You’re safe.” Her hood fell back, revealing a beautiful woman with alabaster skin and ebony hair. She held a small, glowing orb in her hands about the size of an egg.
“What is that?” she asked the goddess, a familiar feeling stretching between her and the glowing orb.
“Your son.” The goddess smiled wider. “He has been gifted with seer magic. His soul can teleport to other places, and he can track his loved ones. He showed you when Drasko was injured by the bear. Like your other pregnancies, you will have access to your baby’s magic until you give birth.”
Amara clutched her throat, her heart skipping a beat. She was confused. If the goddess held her child, did that mean she was no longer pregnant? “Is-is my son safe?”
“Yes.” She cradled the orb like an infant in her arms. “I am keeping him safe. I will return him to your womb when the poison is gone. In the meantime, you can shift.” The goddess’s eyes flashed silver as her fangs extended. “Wake up, Amara.”
* * *
Amara woke up as theRussian was heaving her onto the bed. She flopped against a pillow, blinking up at him as he pulled down his pants. Outside, she heard a familiar howl, but she didn’t have time to wait to be saved. Her inner wolf howled, and she smiled. She shifted in a heartbeat and flew at him, knocking him to the ground.
“Ved’ma!” he cried, right before she ripped out his throat.
Blood pooled out of his mouth as he looked up at her in wide-eyed panic.
The door slammed open and a very naked, human Luc stood on the other side, chest heaving. With a howl, he shifted into a wolf and dragged the Russian out of the cabin, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.
Amara stared at the door as shock turned into panic. She raced into the snow to witness what could only be described as a brutal mauling. Luc was shredding the human until there was nothing left but scatterings of blood and bone. Other beta wolves growled as they fanned out around him.
Luc,she called to her mate through thought.Luc!
