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  Copyright © December 2010, S. K. Yule

  Cover art by Anastasia Rabiyah © December 2010

  Amira Press

  Charlotte, NC 28227

  www.amirapress.com

  ISBN: 978-1-936279-58-6

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  S. K. Yule

  Chapter One

  He fought the pack with the ferocity born of years of abuse and anger that tore at him. He’d never agreed on the brutal beliefs of his pack, but hadn’t been strong enough to break free . . . until now. Or so he thought.

  Last night, when Damon had dragged that poor woman in and used her in front of everyone while they laughed and egged him on, had been the last straw for Raze. The woman’s terrified screams still echoed in his mind. He’d no longer been able to fool himself into believing that he could continue to witness the ever increasing violence.

  The pack had been singling out women with the mating scent for months now, and while he’d known it was wrong, he’d forced himself to turn a blind eye. Every potential mate had two scents—a main scent, which all lycans could smell, and a mated scent, which could only be detected by a fated mate.

  The lycans were dying out, and every potential mate was crucial and sacred in playing a role to revive their race. The alpha male, Damon, had decided that those with the scent were marked for one thing only. Sex. Raze, on the other hand, felt differently. Those who carried the main scent were supposed to be protected until their true mate was found, not brutalized.

  When he’d first been born, the pack had had their faults, could act unusually generous or unusually brutal at any given time. For the most part, he’d been on the latter end of their actions, but the violence had been at a minimum for the most part. Over the years, things had gotten out of control and the pack had lost all trace of morality, and did what they pleased to whomever they pleased.

  When he’d walked away from the den only a few moments earlier, he’d had no intention of ever returning. Those plans had abruptly changed when Damon had stepped into his path. Now, Raze was fighting for his freedom, a fight he was likely to lose as more pack members joined in. He was a skilled fighter and size was on his side, but he was no match for this many lycans at once. You may win, but I’ll make sure you know I was here, you bastards.

  His determination renewed by anger and desperation, adrenaline shot through him, and he shifted into full wolf form. He bit down hard on a leg 1

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  that had been mistakenly put close to his mouth, and a yelp told him he’d at least taken one of his attackers down. It was a losing battle, for every time he’d throw one body from him, another would take its place. Before long, his strength began to ebb, exhaustion slipped deep into his bones, and blackness started closing in on him. The last thing he remembered before tumbling into unconsciousness was teeth clamping around his neck.

  When Raze came to, he was lying flat on his back, and had no idea how long he’d been out. Minutes? Hours? Longer? He tried to move, but his entire body screamed in protest. He was back in human form, and most of the wounds inflicted by the pack had healed, but the injuries must have been severe for him to feel pain at all. His body felt as if it was weighted down with lead, and every muscle ached.

  He took a few deep breaths and rolled to a sitting position. It was several moments before he realized that the sound of chains rattling came with his movement. He looked down, reached up to his throat, and fury pulsed through him. A thick, iron cuff hugged his neck. A chain ran from it to the wall behind him where it was bolted into the rock. Son of a bitch! Even if he changed, he wouldn’t be able to get free. He was such a large wolf when in his lycan form, the collar would likely choke him to death, a fact Damon exploited for this exact situation.

  He was worse off now than before he’d tried to leave the pack. Now, he was the focus of attention, and he had no doubt that Damon would make an example of him. Raze could probably take the leader, but he’d then be required to take his place. He’d be able to do whatever he wished from then on, but the pack would follow him wherever he went until the day he died.

  He didn’t want anything to do with the lycans he’d been raised with, much less be their leader. There was no possible way to reform the corruption Damon had caused amongst rogues. They were too far gone, and he had no desire to waste his time on an impossible mission.

  Raze crouched into a fighter’s stance when Damon walked into the cave where he was being held. “Let me out of these chains,” Raze growled.

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  soon be gained by revenge. Damon steepled his fingers together and tapped the tips. “Hmm. Let me think for a moment. Um. No, I don’t think you will be going anywhere anytime soon.”

  “Just let me leave, Damon. I no longer wish to be part of this pack. That is my choice, and our race has always allowed each individual member that option. It is lycan law.” Raze glared at Damon with all the hate he’d developed for the man over the years.

  “As you know, our pack does not abide by ancient, out-dated, preposterous rules. We do as we please, thus, you have no choice but to obey what we, or rather, I, decide. Fortunately for you, I am in a very forgiving mood after last night’s festivities, so your punishment will be seen by most as a reward.” Damon squatted and focused his eerie yellow eyes on Raze. “I, however, expect you to enjoy it even less than the normal punishment dealt in these situations.”

  Raze didn’t have a clue as to what could be worse than being tortured, starved, and beaten for a month, which is what any other lycan had gotten that had tried to leave the pack. To make matters worse, the collar would not be removed for the entire punishment, therefore making it impossible to shift. A lycan could only heal injuries sustained in human form by changing into wolf form. Mathew had been the last to try to escape. He’d been worked over so badly he’d nearly died, and had become a recluse who barely spoke a word since.

  “Let me go now, Damon, and I swear I will never set foot back here again. So help me God, if you don’t, I will kill you.” Raze clenched his jaw, and itched to wrench the bastard’s head from his body.

  Damon snarled. “Do not threaten me. You will do as I say. I am the alpha male.”

  “It’s not a threat. It’s a promise.” Raze snarled back, and was pretty sure that, one day, he would carry his threat to kill Damon out because Damon had no intention of releasing him.

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  Janine hummed softly as she slid a tray of cupcakes into the oven. Her love for cooking and baking had started years ago as a teenager. It had been her own personal therapy when the world around her had become too stressful. Now, that simple action that had brought her so much peace during those trying high school years had become her passion.

  Five years ago, she’d started a small cupcake business out of her home quite by accident. After years of baking more cupcakes than she could ever eat on her own, or should eat on her own, she’d started taking all her overflow to the local businesses, friends, neighbors and co-workers at the office where she’d once worked at. The smiles she’d brought to so many faces gave her much contentment. One day, a simple statement from her sister set her on the idea of baking for a living.

  Sherry had always been her number one cupcake fan even if Janine had been a little envious of how her younger sister could s
carf down more sweets than a college football team and still stay slim. Janine apparently didn’t get the coveted stay-skinny-while-I-stuff-my-face gene that had unmistakably come from their father’s side. Nope. Janine got the look-at-a-grape-and-gain-five-pounds gene.

  One day, while Sherry had sat munching on one of Janine’s latest creations, she’d said, “Janine, you could make a fortune selling these. These are the most heavenly cupcakes I’ve ever eaten.”

  That one simple statement had given birth to an idea that had led her to her dream job. She’d made a small menu and began taking orders for cupcakes on the weekends. Within a year, Janine had retained so many loyal customers, she’d been able to quit her word processing job and work from home full time. She’d hired Sherry to help her out with orders and deliveries, and she’d never been so happy in her life. That was until two years ago when the accident had happened.

  Janine, Sherry and their parents had been driving to a family dinner one evening when a tired trucker had fallen asleep behind the wheel and hit them head on. Her mother and father had been killed instantly. Sherry had been lucky and had only sustained a few cracked bones, cuts, and bruises. Janine hadn’t been as lucky as Sherry. Her leg had been crushed, and the doctors 4

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  had thought she might even lose it for a long time. It had taken her months of physical therapy to get back on her feet, and now she had a pronounced limp that, every day, served as a much hated reminder of that night.

  She’d never be able to forget something like that even if she didn’t have a limp, but at least if she didn’t, at the very least, the memories could fade to the back of her mind. The damned limp was a nuisance, and she was certain it caused Sherry to think about that night more often than she might, as well.

  She’d seen Sherry staring at her with that vacant, haunted look as she’d hobbled around the kitchen on more than one occasion.

  “Hi, Janine!”

  Janine jumped a little, so deep in her thoughts that Sherry startled her.

  Janine greeted her sister with a smile. “Hi, squirt. We’ve got several deliveries today. You up for it?”

  “Of course. When haven’t I been?” Sherry hopped up on a stool sitting at the long granite counter where most of the baking preparation took place.

  “Hey, I need to talk to you.”

  Sherry frowned. “Uh oh. That sounds serious.”

  Sherry was always bubbly and full of energy, but she was also six years younger than Janine’s thirty-one. Janine had no delusions in thinking thirty-one was old by any means, but at times, thirty-one felt old in comparison to twenty-five.

  “No. Nothing serious. I was just thinking of taking a vacation and closing up shop for a few weeks.” Janine held her breath waiting for Sherry’s reaction.

  Sherry’s pretty brown eyes widened, and a huge grin broke over her lovely face. “Oh! That is wonderful!” Sherry jumped off the stool and tackled Janine with a huge hug. “You’ve been talking about going on a trip for years.

  You deserve it.”

  Janine hugged her sister back. She hadn’t actually thought Sherry would be upset about her decision to take a vacation, but Sherry had had problems being alone since the accident. As selfish as it might make her sound, she’d needed to take this trip on her own. She hadn’t had time to herself for ages, and she wanted to reconnect with herself, so to speak. It was time to do so, 5

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  and time to come to terms with the accident and move on with her life once and for all.

  “Thanks, Sher.”

  “Where are you going?” Sherry asked as she danced on the balls of her feet. “I’m so excited.”

  Janine had a feeling her sister wouldn’t be as excited if she hadn’t recently acquired a new boyfriend. Mark was a nice guy, but Janine wasn’t sure he was a keeper, not that there was anything wrong with him. He just seemed to lack the same level of enthusiasm Sherry had for, well, just about everything.

  “I’m renting a cabin up north. It has nature trails, a lake I can swim in, and is close to a small town that has specialty shops.” She figured Sherry wouldn’t think much of such a simple trip. If Sherry ever took a trip, it would probably be to some far-off, exotic place.

  Janine was much plainer than Sherry. She didn’t want to go to flashy parties or concerts and hang with hundreds of strange people she didn’t know. She liked people well enough, but she liked being alone. She liked sitting outside, snuggled under a blanket on a crisp evening while reading a book or gazing at the twinkling stars. She loved nature, always had. That was the only downfall to her business. She was indoors way too much.

  Sherry wrinkled her nose. “Well, that definitely wouldn’t be for me, but sounds perfect for you, sis. When do you go?”

  “Saturday. I’ll be gone for three weeks. I know it’s a long time to close up shop, but . . .”

  “No. You deserve it, Janine. You’ve worked your tail off since the accident, and haven’t had one single minute to yourself. Everyone will understand.”

  Janine frowned at Sherry. “You really think so?”

  “Definitely.”

  Will you be okay?” Janine watched Sherry for any sign of discomfort at her quickly approaching, somewhat lengthy absence.

  “Of course, silly. Mark will keep me company.” Sherry smiled reassuringly.

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  “I’ll have my cell if you need me.” She was glad Sherry wasn’t upset about her being away for so long.

  “Don’t worry about me, Janine. I’ll be fine. You want me to do anything here?”

  “No. I want you to enjoy the time off, and be ready to work your tail off when I get back.” She’d never closed up for more than a couple of days for holidays here and there, and orders had been backed up on those occasions.

  She could only imagine the backlog of orders she’d walk into after three weeks. It would be so worth it though.

  “Yeah, everyone is going to go crazy without your cupcakes for three weeks. We’re going to be swamped when you get back.”

  Janine nodded. “I know, but that’s good. You know, job security and all.

  Speaking of which, we need to get going so we can get all of today’s orders done.”

  “Yes, boss.” Sherry gave Janine a mock salute and both the girls laughed before getting to work.

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  Chapter Two

  Raze had been chained to the wall for a week. He’d barely been given enough food and water to sustain him, he was naked and in bad need of a shower. The den consisted of a conglomeration of cabins scattered throughout the hundreds of acres of wooded land located in a remote part of northern Wisconsin. The cave where he was being held, secluded from the rest of the pack, was only one of many.

  He hadn’t been unhappy about the seclusion, but the longer he’d sat, chained and alone with his thoughts, the stronger his urge became to kill Damon. He had completely healed from the injuries inflicted upon him by the pack, but he was weak from dehydration and hunger. A lycan needed a lot of calories to sustain an unusually high metabolism that was a result, in part, by a body temperature that constantly ran on the hot side.

  Raze tensed when he heard footsteps, and Damon appeared in the mouth of the cave. “You’re punishment takes place tonight. I will send four of the pack soon to take you to bathe. I would suggest that you give them no trouble, or things can, and will, be made worse for all involved later.”

  Raze had nothing to say to the fucker and curled his lip in reply. His muscles had tensed instinctively, ready for fight, and only when he could no longer hear Damon’s retreating footsteps did he allow them to relax. What the hell had he meant by all involved? He felt as if he’d swallowed a brick and it had lodged in the pit of his gut. The sickening lump told him that tonight was going to be much worse than he had expected.

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  Janine had gotten up bright and early, thrown her bags in her Jeep, and hit the road. It would take her six hours to get to the cabin she’d be vacationing at, and she’d been eager to get on her way. But five hours of driving later had zapped a bit of that eagerness from her, and her leg had begun aching, which wasn’t unusual when she’d been sitting for so long.

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  she saw a rest stop sign that indicated she’d get a break from sitting behind the wheel in twelve miles.

  About ten minutes later, she exited off the highway and pulled into a parking spot in front of the brick building that served as a bathroom. She was the only one at the stop, and when she opened the door, a prickle of unease hit her. She carefully looked around, but didn’t see anyone or anything strange. She laughed. She’d been cooped up for so long, she’d gotten paranoid. She held her arms above her head and stretched.

  Another prickle of unease hit her, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She took another look around, but still saw nothing that was alarming. The rest stop was deserted, and a thick line of trees ran along an open grassy area at the back. Okay, Janine. Go use the bathroom, get back to the car, and get out of here.

  The bathroom was surprisingly clean, which was probably due to the fact that it rarely got used in such a remote area. She glanced around quickly as she exited the restroom, and limped toward the Jeep. Just as her hand touched the handle, she was grabbed from behind. She screamed, and was surprised when the man who now held her tightly against him made no move to silence her and laughed. He obviously knew no one would help her because no one was around.

  Her breaths came in quick, shallow pants, and fear clawed at her insides.

  Was this how she was going to die? Had she gone on a well-deserved vacation only to be murdered or raped? The thought sent her into another fit of struggle, but the man was strong, stronger than a man should be, and she was no match for him.