Release day 6 glimpse part 2 ?from Heather Long

Wolf with Benefits (Wolves of Willow Bend)
Heather Long

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After graduating college and spending a summer breaking the law, Shiloh Sullivan needs to make amends and accomplish something for Willow Bend. When her best friend, the wolfish and playful Matt Montgomery moves her in with him, she?s hard-pressed to refuse. But pretending a relationship with a wolf is impossible, and while Shiloh might be human, she knows the rules…

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EXCERPT:

After sweeping a glance across the spotless kitchen, Shiloh Sullivan sacked the trash with a tie, then a twist followed by knotting the plastic gathers at the top. Dragging the bag out of the can, she palmed the recycle-only can as well.

?Take those straight out, put them in the right cans?dark green for the trash and blue for the recycling.? Her mother didn?t look away from the stove or the fish she grilled.

?I have put trash out before, Mom.? Shiloh fisted the bag. ?Twenty years of experience.?

?Don?t take that tone with me.? Her mother spun and pointed her spatula in her direction. ?Take it out, put it in the right cans, then get back in here. Everyone has had quite enough of you lately, and they aren?t going to be particularly friendly at the moment.?

Blowing out a deep breath, Shiloh pursed her lips. She was twenty-four, not four. She had a college degree and plenty of options. Hell, she?d spent an entire half a year coordinating the most daring gamble of the century and been instrumental in forming a new pack?an unheard of sixth pack in the United States. And they were still going?none of those words passed her lips, however, not when her mother glared daggers at her. ?Is there anything I can say that won?t piss you off right now??

Delia paused as though considering her answer, before she shook her head. ?No. Do what I told you to do.?

Not rolling her eyes, she hoisted the bag and can higher to show she had the task in hand then escaped from the hall of judgment known as the Sullivan kitchen. Being a human in a wolf pack had never been a picnic, but being a daughter in the Sullivan family made dominance battles look like a walk in the park.

When she jerked the door open with more force than she intended, she winced at the bang it made hitting the wall.

?Shiloh!? Her mother could encompass so many sins within one yell of her name.

?Sorry, Mom,? had become her mantra from childhood onward. Why did she make everything so difficult? Battles with her parents were par for the course, and she never imagined, after she?d shipped out for school, that she would find herself back in Willow Bend. Worse yet, be back to living in her parents? home.

Walking down to the curb, she deposited the trash in the cans. She?d put them out earlier, thinking she would be a step ahead of her mother?s judgmental tones. Too bad she?d forgotten her mother wanted every scrap of garbage out when the cans were picked up.

Down the street, the Drakes worked in their yard. They paused at her appearance and the weight of their regard struck her. Two houses down, the Yorks were trotting in their wolf forms toward the woods,

but the two paused to glance at her. Disapproval gleamed in their gazes. Knowing better than to get in a stare off, she closed off the trash can, then emptied the recycling into the blue can.

Across the street, Mrs. Sexton walked out onto her porch and folded her arms. Disapproval radiated from her stance. The wolf owned the local grocer and made the best muffins and other sweets. Pissing her off took skill, so apparently Shiloh earned a gold medal. If looks could kill, she would be dead or at least on the ground writhing. The wolves wouldn?t lay a finger on her. She was human, and they were wolves. Mason gave her permission to return, but she was on thin ice with the Alpha. His orders wouldn?t be challenged, but it didn?t mean they planned to make her welcome.

The cold air coupled with the trash being taken care of meant she needed to go inside. ?Shiloh!? her mother bellowed and Shiloh closed her eyes, tilted her head to face the sky and counted to twenty. The sooner she got her own place, the better. Living at home sucked.

Hands snaked around her waist and hit her ticklish spots even as she was lifted off the ground. A squeal of surprise burst out of her. ?Matt!? She beat at his hands, but he had her, and the gentle squeezes sent laughter through her.

?Hey, gorgeous.? He pressed his cheek to hers and, thankfully, stopped setting off the racing sensation over her skin. ?Long time no see??

?Shiloh Maria Sullivan,? her mother snapped the words like fired bullets.

?Oh boy, you?re gonna get it.? The whispered chant from her best friend didn?t score her any points. Slapping his hands worked, however, and he pivoted both of them to face her mother. ?Good evening, Mrs. Sullivan.? Matt?s butter wouldn?t melt in his mouth smile charmed more than one parent over the years. ?Sorry about distracting Shiloh. I came over to invite her over for dinner.?

?She can?t.? Her mother?s lips compressed to a thin line. Though her hair had been pulled into a ponytail, gray wisps escaped. Gray hairs she attributed to Shiloh?s choices. ?Shiloh, come inside, please.?

Matt didn?t release her. ?Aww, Mrs. Sullivan. I know you?re upset, but my mom was really looking forward to seeing her.?

?I?ll call and apologize for her, then.? Delia Sullivan didn?t bend, not even for Matt?s charm. ?Shiloh, go inside please.?

?Wow, Mommy Dearest is pissed.? His faint whisper had been meant for her ears.

Elbowing him, Shiloh pushed free and reclaimed the recycle bin. ?You?re not helping,? she hissed.

?Call me.? He bumped her shoulder as she cut around him to jog up the path to her mom. When she didn?t respond, he raised his voice. ?Call me, Shiloh. Call me. Call Me. Call me.?

Pausing, she swung around and stared at him. ?I heard you the first time, Matt. I?m not deaf. I?ll call you after dinner.?

His face lit with a broad grin. ?Can?t wait. I knew you missed me.?

Despite her irritation, she rolled her eyes and laughed. He was her best friend. Of course she?d missed him.

?Go away now, Matt.? Delia shooed him, then gave her a rather forceful nudge. ?Get inside and stop embarrassing me.? The low-voiced utterance would carry. They?d lived around wolves long enough to respect their sharp hearing. Shiloh?s face heated. Half the street watched them?no, they watched her.

Door open, she slid inside, then held it for her mother. Her gaze collided with Matt?s and his cheerful face softened. He winked at her, then held his thumb and pinky toward his face. She nodded.

After pushing past her, Delia tugged her away and closed the door. ?Look, I get that you don?t fully understand everything you did, Shiloh. You?re a grown woman, making passion-based decisions. Passion leads to foolish choices?like that sixth pack.?

?Mom??

?Don?t Mom me. You made the choice to go against your family and the pack that shelters us. You made a crazy call, risked your life, your future, and our position?you don?t just walk back from that.? Anger cooled every word and, for a brief second, tears glimmered in her eyes. She took the recycle can from her hands, then nodded to the stairs. ?So, do as I ask you to do and go wash for dinner.?

Chewing the inside of her lip and maybe some of her pride, she nodded. ?Yes, ma?am.? Taking the stairs two at a time, she headed for the bathroom where she washed then ducked inside her bedroom. From there, she stole a peek from her window. Sure enough, Matt leaned against his car across the street.

He straightened, and his gaze met hers as though he?d been expecting her. In fast strides, he crossed the yard, climbed the tree and alighted on the ledge outside her window before she could even get the locks undone. ?You said to call you, dumbass. If my mother catches you up here??

?She won?t,? he said with a grin, crouching to peer inside. ?Damn, with the My Little Pony Shi. You still keep that crap??

?Ignore the girly frills since I have photos proving you played with ponies, too.? Had in fact given her several over the years for her birthday.

?Stalking them is not the same as playing.? He winked, then settled his arm as if he planned to hang out. ?So, how you doing??

?I?m doing great. Everyone is so happy to see me they can only stare. My mother can barely look at me, and I?m on probation. How much better can it get??

Scratching his chin as though to give the matter some thought, Matt scrunched his face. ?Break any mirrors lately?? At her snort, he grinned again. ?What? You asked me. How much better it could get??

Her mother yelled from downstairs, and she sighed. ?I gotta go. She?s freaking out and, until she accepts that I?m not going to go rob a bank or something, she?s going to keep freaking out.?

?Okay. I?ll be around. Call me later. After they go to sleep, I?ll stage a jail break, and we can get a beer.?

?Oh man.? A drink sounded like heaven. ?I don?t want to make her any madder.?

The sharp, hard syllables of her name reverberated from downstairs.

?Yeah, not thinking that?s possible.? Matt winced, the rubbed his ear. ?Beer. You. Me. Let?s say midnight to make sure she?s really asleep.?

A slamming pot jerked through her. A motor down the street caught her attention. Dad was home. ?You got it. Go, before they see you.?

?Later, babe.? Matt didn?t leap to the ground. Instead, he climbed higher, then over the house. Damn, he could move. Weird as it seemed, he?d gotten taller, or at least she thought so. Maybe she?d forgotten how tall he was. Retreating from her room, she made it to the first floor as her father came in from the garage.

?Hi, Dad.?

?Shiloh.? Chilly.

Damn, dinner would be fun. Maybe her brothers and sister would ignore her, too. She couldn?t wait.

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National bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren?t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas summertime. From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories?her characters drive the books. When she?s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you?re sure you?ve been friends with women just like them, you?ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.

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Release day 6 glimpse from Jennifer Kacey

Violet’s Shadow (Shadow Mates)
Jennifer Kacey

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Two weeks alone in a secluded cabin is music to Violet?s ears. Until she sees a shadow in the forest with red glowing eyes. Red eyes she?s seen in her dreams for as long as she can remember. Eyes that make her want to forget the rest of the world. But she doesn?t believe in fairy tales anymore.

Rayden was sent to protect her. To keep her safe. Nothing more than to guide her as she transitions into a Shadow and takes her rightful place in the pack. What he finds instead is the mate he?s been unwilling to search for and a passion so fierce he?ll never be able to walk away.

Violet?s spent her entire life aching to belong and she finally finds it in the pack of Shadows she is destined to join. Everything she?s ever wanted in life and love is finally at her fingertips if she?s brave enough to embrace?her Shadow.

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EXCERPT:

Violet Clare slammed the flimsy wooden door to her cabin, then threw the lock. It was somewhere around an inch of steel away from comforting. Retreating while keeping her eyes trained on the only entry point, she strained to identify what she could do to avoid the inevitable if the animal wanted in. With only moonlight illuminating the cabin she tried to convince her heart to evac out of her throat and settle into a more subdued rhythm. Instead, it had a mind of its own, and continued on the Jesus, Mary and what the fuck gravy train it was currently joy riding atop.

It was out there. Chasing after her. She?d seen him. Not him. It. A shadow. Or a wolf. Both?

At least she thought it was a wolf. But wolves weren?t so damn big and they sure as hell weren?t born with red, almost glowing eyes?

Remove the almost part.

Emphasis on the what the fuck part.

?It?s just a dream,? she whispered, trying desperately to stop shaking. ?Only another dream. And I?m going to wake up. I am.?

Shaking her head didn?t work. Squeezing her eyes shut did nothing, but freak her out more.

Beyond the cabin, in the shadows of the huge pine trees?no from the shadows of the trees a wolf had appeared. Watching her. It was like something out of a children?s book. Not moving a single muscle but she knew every fiber of his being was ready to?what?

Pounce. Attack. Seduce?

?Heheheheeeheheeee?? A high-pitched giggle, the love child of her frayed nerves and anticipation, bubbled out until she slapped a hand over her mouth.

Holy nut house, Batman! Her mother had told her for as long as she could remember to get her head out of the clouds. Fairytales weren?t real and the sooner she learned to live in the real world the better off she?d be. At twenty-five, she still couldn?t seem to get that one right.

If someone needed a random prediction of the future she couldn?t control? She was their girl. For as long as she could remember, she experienced foresight?visions which came true. Every. Single. Time. She?d been hiding her freaky ability since the first time she?d made the mistake of telling her mother something she knew was going to happen. When her predictions came true, her mom had been furious. Violet?s backside still stung when she thought about how angry her Mom had been. Scared even. So she?d tried to act the part. Perfect daughter. Perfect student. Perfect employee. Living a lie in the real world? It didn?t fit her so well. Never had.

But what if her dreams were true? She shook her head again as she continued to retreat from the door. Not possible. It?s just not possible. A wolf with red eyes appearing right outside a cabin she?d rented and only one other person knew she was at.

The travel agent promised her a remote, picturesque secluded getaway located in the middle of a protected forest in East Texas. Perfect for a couple weeks of rest and relaxation in the summer where nature walks abound and it was almost expected to sunbathe for hours?all

described in the brochure. Didn?t say anything about creatures stalking her in the forest or appearing out of thin fucking air.

?It?s beautiful there,? the travel agent told her as she?d booked Violet?s flights from where she lived in Destin, Florida. ?It will be a trip to remember. Fresh air, sunshine, and you?ll be surrounded by wild flowers.?

?Wild flowers my ass,? Violet murmured as she finally hit the far wall. Being jarred out of her inner monologue, she ran clammy hands across the wood behind her. A weapon wasn?t forth coming along the wall as her heart got good and comfy on its seat on the holy shit train to freakoutville.

Violet slid down the wall and wrapped her arms over her knees seeing nothing but the pair of bright red eyes following her all the way to the cabin as she?d sprinted for the only structure within fifty miles. Out for a walk to get some fresh air, she?d caught a whole heck of a lot more nature than she?d planned on. God she had felt the gaze on her like a caress. Her body had responded like someone had licked her up the middle. Her breathing grew labored, her nipples pebbled and wetness coated the lips of her pussy preparing to be penetrated clear through to her soul. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as if she?d had someone seducing her for hours. A lover dedicated to showing her what it was going to feel like when she came so hard reality fell away and the only thing left was her desire staring at her with those red eyes. The same red eyes she?d been dreaming of for the entire twenty-five years she?d been breathing. She?d known them forever. Which is why she?d run. Terrified he was real. More terrified he wasn?t.

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Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she?s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

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Day 5 release glimpse with Rebecca Royce

Always (Dragon Wars, Book 3)
Rebecca Royce

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Robbie Owens has fought the dragons for seventeen years, leading his group of secret, elite werewolves. Tatyana Knox is a human in a world where humans are like unicorns?they simply don’t exist. But she is real and she is Robbie’s mate. If he can trust her, they will turn the tide of the war. But the clock is ticking and Tatyana’s time with Robbie is almost up.

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EXCERPT:

Robbie Owens stared skyward to count many green beasts circling above. As of five minutes earlier, he?d seen five dragons. They circled but, from his current perspective, the flying nightmares looked more as if they were doing a figure eight. Whatever. The flying in a pattern motion meant his enemies looked for food.

He and his fellow werewolves were not going to be dinner, not if he had a say in how their day ended.

With the slightest click of his tongue, he caught his brother?s attention. Auggie, clad in wolf form, raised his ears to look at him. Three of his seven fellow elite unit members

were walking on four legs instead of two. The other four, Robbie included, stayed in their human forms. When sneaking into dragon territory to explore human ruins, they never knew exactly what they?d encounter. His team was the best of the best. If need be, the three wolves would destroy the five dragons while the rest of them busted into the caves.

Fuck, he hated dragons.

Homer squatted next to him. The young werewolf joined his team two years earlier. New recruits were few and far between these days. Seventeen years of war destroyed most werewolf soldiers before they gained enough experience to be considered elite?not to mention the severe rules to join a secret team.

In order to be a member of Robbie?s group, they agreed to let their families be informed of their death. They cut off all contact with anyone outside of the mission. The war became everything, the survival of werewolves paramount.

For over a decade, Robbie and Auggie?s family believed them dead. He pushed away the discomfort the thought brought?it really bugged him a lot lately?and turned his attention back to Homer.

The good they did outweighed the pain they caused. What was the point of letting their families think there was a chance they?d come home? On the off chance they won the war, they?d still not be fit to be around. All werewolves were affected by the never-ending battle, Robbie?s team more than most. He knew the dragons? internal organs, how they fit together, their individual colors, as he?d been the first werewolf to gut one of the flying lizards.

?Yes. Into the caves. We take what we can carry on our backs. Ten minutes to study the cave walls and descriptions. No more. In and out. Away from the craphole cave by dinner time.?

If only these things ever went so easily. The last time they?d sought out the human caves, he?d lost two wolves to the fight. The dragons really didn?t want the werewolves in there, yet the flying monsters hadn?t burned the place to the ground.

The lack of destruction fascinated him as much as anything else. Why let the cave stay there untouched if the dragons were so adamant the wolves should not make it inside?

?Yep.? Homer nodded and scooted backwards to give the others instructions. Across the ravine, Auggie?s ears pushed downwards. His twin brother possessed the most sensitive ears of any wolf he?d ever known. Born a fighter, Auggie grew fiercer as he aged and the cerebral aspect to their special ops missions drove him crazy.

While his brother had zero interest in the caves, Robbie couldn?t spend enough time in them. Humans, though long gone, managed to leave them instructions on the dragons if only they could translate the words.

Of course, the paintings might mean jack shit and the whole escapade total crap.

?Go.? He turned left, leading his crew of four. Homer, David, Mike, and Chris followed him through the open space to the caves. The last bit of land was usually where they got caught on their way out. If the dragons missed them on the way in, they seemed to have a sixth sense in regard to their escape.

Seventeen years of war and they weren?t any closer to figuring out how not to die from a dragon attack. With the autumn wind blowing at him, he could smell the coming winter on the wind. Soon the land would freeze over, offering no relief to be found until the spring came?if they survived long enough to see the seasons change.

Since the moment the dragons appeared, burning the skies, Robbie?s way of life vanished along with his expectations. Some days he didn?t miss the way things were. Much. Shouldn?t seventeen years be enough to let old dreams go? He reached forty-four years old, not a child anymore. So the fuck what, he hadn?t gotten the future he wanted? Robbie led the most elite band of werewolf warriors alive. He was respected, listened to, and important to the war effort.

Watching sunsets over his own land while his kids ran on four feet through the forests would have probably bored him to death.

He entered the cave enough to let the others follow. Soon, all four of them hid inside. Darkness surrounded them in a veil of protection from the outside world. The midday sun shining brightly meant nothing in the permanent shadow. What had the humans done in there to make them paint the walls of a dark place?

?Torches.? He instructed, and his four comrades followed suit. They pulled their sticks out of their back pockets and whipped them in the air. Seconds later they all started to burn. A mechanism developed by his sister-in-law, Caitlyn?s, lab before the organization closed?the same institution which developed the idea to burn the dragon?s eggs.

His brothers hboth mated smart women. Too bad he?d never meet the ladies in person. He had, however, monitored them from a distance for some time. Getting Dougal back to Caitlyn had been one of his better maneuverings.

With brightness finally surrounding them, his soldiers started to collect books. They found too many to take with them all at once, so they?d need to make multiple trips. Should have been a fast mission, back and forth, yet war screwed with plans. A year passed since they?d been back to these caves.

Homer walked next to him. ?These are amazing.?

Robbie regarded his friend. Homer?s help proved key in saving Robbie?s brother, Dougal, the year before. In a short period of time, he?d become integral to the team?s success. ?I forgot you?d never been here before. Your first time, so to speak.?

?I?m a human cave virgin.? Homer touched a painting.

Robbie memorized the pictures over the years, yet he always thought the depictions held more to teach him. He must be missing something.

Someone painted the walls with images of humans battling dragons. Certain facts became obvious and his people learned valuable information from the pictorial representations. The werewolves hadn?t realized the dragons had a Queen until they?d seen these pictures. They?d also found depictions of the dragons disappearing and reappearing over and over again. All of those pictures made sense.

He found the next section confusing. The dragons were taken, or maybe lured, from the sky and eventually became forced into submission inside of some kind of mountain. He wished he knew how the humans managed such a feat.

Robbie would make figuring the depiction out his job to make sure he did whatever the humans had done before they?d been wiped out.

Of course, the pictures didn?t explain where the humans disappeared to hundreds of years before. Nothing except questions every time he came and once they left he couldn?t figure out the wording in the books. Their smartest people worked on translations, although there weren?t too many brilliant minds left in their shattered world.

?Are we good?? Homer looked at him. ?You?ve been quiet. We?re all worried about you. Spending more and more time in your head. Auggie thinks you may need some time off. A week of leave.?

?To what? Go get my dick sucked?? He snickered although he knew Homer wouldn?t understand the joke. Years passed since he?d last gotten hard. At some point during the war, his body apparently gave up the idea of finding a mate. Everyone else lost their sexual drive when they met their mate. Male werewolves lost their constant need to fuck every female they saw after they met their mates, unable to perform for anyone except their significant other. Since he was sure he’d remember if he’d come across his, the fact that he lost all interest made no sense and just plain sucked. But what didn’t anymore?

?Spend some time elsewhere. Aren?t we supposed to periodically??

?There are no rules for us, Homer. Haven?t you figured the truth out? We don?t exist anymore. We died. We can do whatever we want.?

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As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. We?ve just moved from New Jersey to Texas where I am learning to love Barbecue!

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy and the paranormal and try to use all these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action-packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books. In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

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Day 5 glimpse with Cara Carnes

Redemption’s Forgiveness (The Rending)

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Felicity was a child when The Rending began and she was pulled from the pack she loved by a father who reviled her existence. Surviving as an Outsider was tough but the harshest battle begins when she stumbles across a plot to overthrow her old pack?s trading post, Redemption.

Marek will do anything to protect his pack and their land, including executing any Outsiders who dare enter pack lands. Once a betrayer, always a betrayer. There?s no soft in war?until a curvaceous wolf with more sass than sense limps into Redemption with an impossible tale of betrayal.

Together the two discover trust paves the road to Redemption?s Forgiveness.

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EXCERPT:

Sharp stabs punctured each breath Felicity forced in shallow bursts. The man smelled of oak and musk. He held her gently in a protective embrace she appreciated more than she should. Who was he? Had she found Redemption?

?Relax, I?ve got you.?

She battled the hazy fog. Why had she violated the land treaty and gone to Redemption? Oh yeah. The threat. Her soul ached, her heart too wary for the memories she?d locked away. Maybe someday she?d recall the atrocities she committed. For now, nothing good came from recalling what she did.

?The boy.? She collapsed against the softness at her head and forced her eyelids open despite the harsh sun tumbling from the sky. Mid-afternoon. A stabbing sensation resonated behind her eyes. Her entire side throbbed beneath a constant burn. ?Save him. Please.?

The wolf?the man who?d forced her shift held her tighter against him. Full lips harshened into a grim expression which accentuated the square set of his jaw. Her gaze trekked upward and locked on the golden amber swirling in darkened chocolate. Thick, dark hair fell around the handsomest face she?d seen.

Massive shoulders, thick arms and an expansive chest tumbled into her field of vision when she collapsed against powerful thighs. Definitely a warrior. Thank goodness he hadn?t challenged her. Though she?d kicked the asses of many hulky men, she didn?t think such a battle would bode well for her today.

He kept her pinned in his embrace. A shadow spanned the sky above her. Crisp traces of sandalwood, citrus and evergreen assailed her nostrils. Newcomers.

Protect the child.

The strong wolf didn?t shift to a defensive stance. Struggling beneath his firm hold, she tugged and twisted as she blindly searched for a weapon. If she?d collapsed near her terrain?Outsider country?any stranger was a perceived threat until proven otherwise.

No. Her mind flashed memories. Walk. Burned paws. Hurt jaw. Dry terrain. She?d fled the Outlands days ago. Right?

?Calm. A white dragon healer is here to help. If you get too agitated Doc will kick my ass for scaring you.? The man?s lips turned into a slight smirk.

?I see why you insisted on tending the wounded.? The uncensored anger forced her wolf forward in an agitated growl. The approaching man halted and grinned. ?She?s developed your bedside manner, Marek.?

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