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nakedness but no longer self-conscious. “I've never felt anything like it.”
    Adam was grinning still. “You did well,” he said. “After your initial attempt to murder me, that is.”
    “Oh god, I'm so sorry.”
    Adam placed a warm, reassuring hand on my naked shoulder. “It's fine,” he smiled. “You really are doing great. It's not easy, I know.” He kissed me, his lips hot, and then held me close. I sank into his embrace.
    His grip on me suddenly grew tight, and his body stiffened against mine. I looked up into his face to see what was wrong. He wore a steely gaze as he looked over my shoulder. His jaw clenched, and I knew there was someone behind me. I turned, and saw a dark, familiar shape lumber from the darkness.
    “There you are,” a dark, gravelly voice came from the figure. “I've been looking all over for you.” A sick feeling stirred in my stomach as I realized who it was.
    Scarface, from the previous night. The werewolf who had bitten me. He approached from the shadows, and the moon lit up his face. His blind, blue eye gleamed in the silver moonlight, and his mouth was twisted into an evil, crooked grin. My stomach tied itself into knots.
    “What do you want?” Adam said. His voice was cool, but his golden eyes burned with an icy hatred. He repositioned me until I was behind him, and stood guarding me protectively.
    The man laughed. “You know what I want,” he said. His gaze shifted to me and he licked his lips. “I've had a taste. And now I want my fill.” As he spoke, two other shapes melted from the shadows – a pair of lithe, nearly identical cronies who stood beside the first man. Their faces were hard and sharp, their expressions menacing.
    “I turned her,” Scarface said, pointing to me. “I claimed her, and now I'm going to take her.” That sick feeling loomed again in my gut. I clung onto Adam's back, trying to cover myself with trembling hands. What were these men capable of?
    “You aren't taking her anywhere,” Adam said. I could feel the heat of his skin intensifying as he spoke. “And if you try, I will kill the three of you.”
    The two ratlike cronies laughed simultaneously – high pitched, hideous cries like hyenas. But the large man in the center just smiled grimly. “The hard way, then,” he said. “But because you're making it harder for me,” he continued, grabbing his groin and leering at me, “I'm gonna make it especially hard for her.”
    He had barely finished the sentence before Adam was stalking towards him, growling menacingly. Adam's entire demeanor had shifted – from standing erect, to hunching forward and lowering his center of gravity, like an animal readying to strike. Moonlight gleamed on his shoulder muscles as he approached the trio.
    My heart began to hammer in my chest, but the rest of me froze, petrified.
    The two rat-like cronies moved forwards to intercept Adam, making to grab his arms from either side as he approached.
    But Adam was too fast. In one fluid movement, he grabbed their heads and smashed them together. The muscles on his back contracted, twisting into a pattern like the hard bark of a tree, and their heads collided with a sharp crack. I winced at the sound as the two men collapsed at Adam's feet, limp and pale. Adam stood over them, his chest heaving as he eyed the huge, scarred man left standing before him.
    Scarface looked stunned. And then his expression hardened and he stepped forward towards Adam, reaching out to grab him. But Adam wound his hand back and punched the man in the throat with a vicious blow that sent him reeling back, gurgling and holding his neck. Adam leaped forward, roaring with rage, and kicked the man in the stomach with a sickening dull thud. Scarface flew backwards, blood spraying from his mouth, before landing on his back, hard . He lay gasping for a moment before sitting up, his eyes wide with terror, blood pouring from his mouth, and then emitted a white flash and transformed to his black wolf