“Do you admit your guilt?” “Do you renounce Satan?” The silence of the night air was cut by the howling of a she-wolf mourning the death of her cub. The terrible, long howl—woven of desperation and hope—was accompanied by barking. A mother’s soul-rending, drawn-out cry, a mother who never fed her young at her breast. The predatory female called for the male so they could together take revenge on the killers…
Isabel straightened and went quiet—don’t call trouble. Her child is alive! She was sure of it. Not so bloodthirsty a countess as to destroy the little one—flesh of her son’s flesh… Or is she?
The vampire woman howled again, but this time the howl sounded more like a long, ominous roar, promising a painful death to the offenders. And the barking at the end resembled bitter crying, mixed with hysterical laughter…