From New York Times bestselling author Lora Leigh comes a new, revised edition of a beloved classic in the passionate Breed series--Elizabeth's Wolf won the hearts of readers everywhere when it was first released, and now experience the magic again in this special, expanded edition!
From New York Times bestselling author Lora Leigh comes a new, revised edition of a beloved classic in the passionate Breed series-Elizabeth's Wolf won the hearts of readers everywhere when it was first released, and now experience the magic again in this special, expanded edition!
Lora Leigh is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Nauti Boys series and the Nauti Girls series, as well as the Breed novels.
Praise for Lora Leigh's Novels of the Breeds
"Another powerful and highly erotic saga of the Breeds...Highly charged...and carnal."--Fresh Fiction
"Incredibly sexy and emotionally riveting...Tons of action and seriously hot, erotic sex...It was a book that I could not put down."--Smexy Books
"It is phenomenal."--Joyfully Reviewed "Wickedly seductive with sizzling sex scenes that will leave you begging for more."--ParaNormal Romance
"Erotic and suspenseful."--Romance Junkies
"Heart-wrenching."--Fallen Angel Reviews
.Chapter 1. Six Weeks Later Not today. Not today. Elizabeth Colder chanted the words with silent determination as she ran through the dirty, run-down halls of the apartment building, fighting to get to the basement and the only avenue of escape left to her. If she was lucky-God, let her be lucky-the men ransacking her apartment hadn''t seen her in the hall. They wouldn''t know she was aware of their presence and escaping. They wouldn''t catch her before she could get away. In her arms, held tight to her, the too-small, terrified body of her eight-year-old daughter clung to her with arms and legs, her shudders noticeable even as Elizabeth raced down the stairwell. She fought to breathe, to go faster, to get away. As she hit the bottom step she heard the door above them crash open and knew they were out of time. Out of time. "There she goes!" Furious, filled with the excitement of the chase, one of the men called out an alert just as Elizabeth rounded the corner and found a burst of added speed as she saw the opened door of the laundry room. She prayed it was empty. She didn''t want another innocent life destroyed because of the hell she and her baby, Cassie, were forced to live. She couldn''t bear knowing the cost someone else would have to pay in her fight to escape. Reaching the door, she slammed it closed as she entered the laundry room and hurriedly pushed the bolt in place before shoving the chair next to the door beneath the knob and jumping for the washers. "Up, Cassie. Out the window." She lifted her daughter to the washers and pushed her to the open window as she climbed onto the appliance behind her. Urging Cassie through the window, she was right behind her when the sound of the door crashing inward sent rage and terror tearing through her. Clawing her way through the small opening, she felt a shard of broken glass cut across her waist a second before the sound of a weapon discharging. Fire burned across her leg as Elizabeth pulled herself free of the window. Jumping to her feet, she ignored the pain. It was bad, bad enough that tears burned her eyes and she was forced to lean more on her left side, but not enough to halt her flight. Thank God Cassie was already in the car, the driver''s-side door open, just as she''d taught the little girl to do. She was lucky the car hadn''t been stolen yet, not that it was worth stealing. She jerked the keys from her back pocket and within seconds the motor was running and she was pulling from the alley and shooting across the main road into the next alley. She''d already planned an escape route, already had another car in place, just in case this happened. In the past two years she''d learned the tricks to surviving, to escaping. Too many near misses-far too many, actually-had forced her to learn. She felt like a mouse and the enemy was a cat watching her in anticipation. "You''re bleeding, Momma," Cassie whispered, her voice trembling, shaking just as hard as her thin body. Yes, she was, too much. Dammit, she didn''t have time to stop either. Not yet. "Just a little cut, baby. Nothing to worry about," Elizabeth promised, glancing in the rearview mirror, then at the little girl. "Buckle your seat belt." She checked the mirror again. The other car wasn''t much better than the one she was in and the tires were just as worn. That wasn''t going to help, she knew, as she saw the snow falling in the air and remembered the weather report. A coming blizzard. God help her. She wasn''t going to go far in a blizzard and she knew it. It wasn''t the first time Elizabeth had prayed in the past two years, and she prayed she and Cassie would live to pray another day. She had a feeling this was the end of the line if a miracle didn''t come soon, though. Unfortunately, she''d learned that miracles were few and far between in real life. "I''m sorry, Momma," Cassie whispered, staring straight ahead, her expression dazed, her face white. "I''m so sorry . . ." Cassie said that too often, as though she could stop any of this. "Cassie, this is not your fault," Elizabeth snapped, not for the first time. "None of this is your fault." And there was no convincing her daughter, not that Elizabeth could blame her. She alone had witnessed her father''s murder, had seen the man who had killed him. She believed it was her fault because the man who killed him told her to watch and she''d obeyed him. Elizabeth wanted to scream, to rage at whatever forces had converged on the very night Dane had insisted on having Cassie with him. Why had he allowed his daughter there, knowing his life was in danger? Rather than saying anything more, Cassie huddled into the seat, shivering as much from fear as the cold. There hadn''t even been time to get her coat. All her daughter wore was the sweater, jeans and sneakers she''d worn down to the basement. In a blizzard she''d be more than defenseless against the cold. Both of them would be. As soon as she switched cars Elizabeth knew she''d have to find some place, some way to hide them for just a few days. Just long enough to contact the only person who might have the power to help them. It would be a risky move, she knew. She didn''t even know the man who had made the offer of help should she ever need it. She didn''t know him and she sure as hell didn''t trust him, but she knew she wouldn''t escape the next time they found her. The next time, they''d kill her and then there''d be no one to save her baby. But she was out of options. And she didn''t see a miracle anywhere in sight . . . Dash stood still, drawing in the scents of the small ransacked room, and felt rage wash over him. He