Chapter Fifty-eight - Deacon

The other men arrived, one of them hitting the gray wolf with a branch he snatched off the ground. The wolf whined, rolling over on its side, blood around its eye. The man he attacked stood and kicked the wolf in the gut, the man’s face a twisted snarl.

“Stop!” Purity cried out, reaching out as she moved toward the wolf.

“Don’t move,” Damien screamed at her. “Don’t you fucking move toward that wolf.” He turned to the man who kicked the animal, his lips turned up in a sneer. “Do what you want with that fucking mongrel. Put it out of our misery for all I care.” Damien then turned to Purity, rage filling his face. “This is the last time you humiliate me in front of my men, bitch.” He reached out to snatch at her arm. “You’re coming with me. Now!” He growled that last word.

Purity! Deacon’s voice filled her head, filling her with hope. Duck! Now!