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Lora Leigh

JacobÔs Faith

Lora Leigh

JacobÔs Faith

JACOBÔS FAITH

An ElloraÔs Cave publication written by

LORA LEIGH

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¨ Copyright Lora Leigh, April 2003.

Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc. USA

Ellora's Cave Ltd, UK

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Edited by Kari Berton

Cover Art by Scott Carpenter

Lora Leigh

JacobÔs Faith

Warning:

The following material contains strong sexual content meant for mature readers.

JACOBÔS FAITH has been rated NC17, erotic, by three individual reviewers. We strongly

suggest storing this electronic file in a place where young readers not meant to view this

ebook are unlikely to happen upon it. That said, enjoyÈ

Lora Leigh

JacobÔs Faith

Dedicated to my editor, Kari Berton, who makes my babies look good.

And to my critique group, yeah, you know who you are. You guys ROCK!

And to Terri, proofreader second to none. Thank you for all you do.

Lora Leigh

JacobÔs Faith

PROLOGUE

Somewhere in the near future

Experimental Breed Labs, Mexico

Jacob exited the small shower attached to his cell, a towel wrapped around his

waist as he dried the long strands of his hair with another. The hot shower had eased

the strained muscles that came with daily training, but did little to ease the tense

premonition that had filled him for the last days.

It throbbed in his gut, and tightened his chest. The chill of warning seemed to

infuse his being. He couldnÔt shake it. It was unusual for his sixth sense to kick in so

hard and heavy when not involved with one of the CouncilÔs bloody missions. While

incarcerated at the Labs, the highly developed ability to sense danger was normally

quiet. Now though, it tightened his chest and sent a prickle

of warning escalating up his spine.

The advanced sixth sense was something he kept carefully hidden. The

premonitions became stronger each month, the development of once latent talents

peeking from the edges of his mind in a way that kept him off balance. It wouldnÔt do to

let his creators know. The advancement of any of their extra senses could well be the

final nail in the coffins of the Wolf Breeds. Life was hard enough as a genetic

experiment; he would prefer it didnÔt get any harder.

At the rate they were going they would be disposed of before the year was out

anyway. Despite the years of bloody training and cruel conditions, the Breeds still

hadnÔt developed the sense of hatred and bloodthirsty savagery their creators were

looking for. Except for their creators. Given a chance, every Breed within the cells

would take out the throats of the Council members and scientists and soldiers who

wielded their perverted powers.

A silent, hidden snarl echoed in his mind at the thought of his captors as he entered

the main area of his small cell. He stopped the moment he crossed the threshold from

the bathroom. His head lifted, nostrils flaring as his gaze went immediately to the

furious young woman who sat on the thick mattress in the corner of his cell. A woman

that should not be there.

For a moment, desire sharp and sudden flared within him. An instinct to possess

that he was hard pressed to keep hidden beneath a shield of unconcern. The animal

instincts that fought for supremacy each time he was in her presence were becoming

harder to hide as each day went by.

His chest immediately tightened in fury as knowledge seared his brain. The day he

had feared would come, had hoped to avoid, was now here. He glanced through the

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