Chapter 22Da’ric
I knew I was dreaming. It was the day when my world fell apart, and I was back on that damned boat, fighting to free myself. The men who had hoped to take my father had wound up with his son instead. Although men died by the bloody ruins that were my talons, there were too many for me to successfully escape. I was dragged to the owner’s cabin of the yacht and cuffed to his bunk. I knew what was coming—the first of many rapes—and I forced myself to relax muscles that, if tensed, would have resulted in tearing.
In the midst of it, however, furious growls split the silence of the Amazonian evening, and a wolf like nothing ever seen on this river appeared. He was a big black wolf, larger than any I had seen before, and he pounced, tore the man’s head off, and freed my wrists
