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Carus #1
The Wild Rose Press
July 2014
On Sale: July 11, 2014
Featuring: Wick; Andrea McNeilly
314 pages
ISBN: 1628302585
EAN: 9781628302585
Kindle: B00J9OB1I8
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A large black wolf trotted into the clearing to confront
me. He had a white-tipped snout, white boots and mitts
and
would have looked cute had he not been the most
intimidating Werewolf I’d ever seen. Standing tall and
solid, power rolled off of his body. His eyes bore into
mine. I sniffed the air. The strong Werewolf scent of
rosemary swirled around me, strong and seductive, laced
with sugar. A weird fuzzy sensation spread out from my
chest. Whoa.
Alpha.
My other form growled low, demanding release, straining
against my skin. The energy of the wolves built—layers
upon
layers of excitement and impatience. The air pulsated
with
anticipation. They could sense the imminent kill.
Let me out! My other form repeated, throwing her power
against my built up walls, howling in defiance.
When the energy of the Werewolves surged, I finally
released her. My wolf form flowed out fast, wiping out
the
feline in little more than a heartbeat. Smaller, weaker
and
the size of a natural wolf, a Shifter in this form was no
match for a Werewolf, especially a dominant one. I had
time
to meet the eyes of the Alpha for only an instant before
the pack leapt forward. My limbs shook. It went against
every instinct ingrained within me, but I rolled onto my
back—submissive.