Groomed as the next human spy for the LIA or Lycan
Intelligence Agency, Emma is called to duty earlier than
she
expected. Head of Team Greywolf, Rylee, dispatches a new
agent to retrieve her. Emma, who also works for the CIA,
agrees to join the team.
Nik, former Russian intelligence, is an unusual werewolf.
He
spent his entire life with humans, only learning recently
others of his kind existed. After helping Team Greywolf in
a
recent operation, Nik reluctantly joins the team. His only
goal is to find Saskia, an escaped serial killer from his
last mission, and bring her to justice.
Emma and Nik are assigned a covert mission to find out who
is attempting to create werewolf men, found dead and
mutilated during the failed transformation. Emma and Nik
must put aside their national loyalties and mutual sexual
tension to find the culprit. Their assignment is dangerous,
not only to their lives, but to their hearts.
Excerpt Alone at last, Nik returned to staring. His wolf wanted to
pounce on the beautiful woman as soon as she dismounted,
but heβd play it cool. He would simply ask her if she knew
Emma York and then never see her again. Lycans did not
really approve of human werewolf relationships. Some alphas
like him had dalliances with humans, but his life was too
dangerous, too complicated to risk dating a fragile human.
Still. He smiled. It wouldnβt hurt to get her number for
later. What harm would come from one dinner date? Better
yet, a riding lesson. Her on top.
As she rode by, his heart thumped. His wolf sensed danger.
On the hill above the ring beneath an oak tree, the muzzle
and scope of a rifle aimed straight at the woman.
Unfortunately, the assassin had a clean shot. Even in wolf
form, heβd never reach the assassin in time. Better to
startle the horse.
He growled as the horse neared. The steed panicked and
bolted.
The assassinβs bullet missed, but the woman fell off.
βShit!β She rolled away as a bullet kicked up a dust cloud.
A woman dashed to her side, while a distinguished looking
older man wearing riding breeches calmed her horse.
Nik narrowed his eyes at the assassin on the hill. Gone. Go
after him or protect the woman? He turned to join her. She
sat. Her helmet off, she flipped her brown braid over her
shoulder. She had been the assassinβs target, Emma York,
Ms. H. Code name Cloak, because of her brilliance in
disguise.
The woman helped her up. βAre you hurt?β
Emma wiped off the dust from her pants and glared at Nik.
βIβm okay. He just spooked.β
The British woman shook her head. βIβve never seen him
spook, ever.β
βHe rarely spooks, but when he does itβs major,β explained
Emma.
The older man brought the horse to Emma. βThank you, she
needs to get back on.β
The British woman nodded and left.
Nik frowned. βItβs not safe to ride.β
Emma sighed as if he had done something completely wrong.
βKeep an eye out, I wonβt be more than fifteen minutes.β
Before he could protest about the possibility of her
suffering from some injury or the fact the assassin might
return to finish the job, she mounted the nervous horse and
galloped around the arena. Once calm, she repeated the
earlier routine.
βAnd who are you?β asked the man.
βA friend.β
βBullshit. You were here to stop the shooter. You must be
her new asset.β
How much did this man know of his mission? βYes. Iβll be
right back.β
Nik headed up to the knoll where the sniper had been. If he
hadnβt been so infatuated with her, he might have noticed
the man earlier. He sniffed the area. A human male. He
followed the manβs scent down the hill toward the freeway.
A black car sped away. Damn.
2.
The big handsome werewolf could easily haul her off. No one
escaped a werewolf. Fortunately, her father had taught her
a few tricks. Time to put them to good use. She went into
her room and showered, while he waited in the bar. Probably
drinking vodka. She noticed her phone had a message.
Rylee texted. βNik is meeting you at Fireside CafΓ© at three
p.m., but he might be late due to traffic.β
So Dagger was Nik. In her line of work, she trusted no one.
Especially agents who didnβt follow protocol. He saved her
life, but perhaps, he was not the real Nik. Could he be a
double agent for the GRU? Maybe he had an ulterior motive?
Yet, he did a poor job of hiding his Russian accent. She
texted back. Will do.
Emma opened her suitcase and took out the vaporo, aerosol
spray that hid scents from werewolves. She smiled. The
better to get away. Sheβd leave her boots and riding
breeches on the bed to keep her scent in the room. Rylee
might be pissed, but she would only be delayed a day or
two. If the assassin returned to the stables to finish the
job, sheβd be ready. Avoiding Nik so he didnβt interfere
was the problem. Rylee had some nerve sending a newbie
after her.
Emma hadnβt earned her nickname Cloak for no reason. She
reached into her suitcase and took out a disguise, that of
an older woman with a cane. Sheβd simply take the elevator
and call a cab. She put on the hairpiece and formed the
latex to her face and looked in the mirror. This should
work. She pulled on some clothes and with the cane, she
moved out into the hallway to the elevators.
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