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- Herausgeber: Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Danica “Danny” Lewis now has the exciting life she wished for, but with an entire pack of wolves on her trail and no one to turn to be her possessive mate. As her first full moon approaches and her time as a human ticks away, she finds herself torn between the grand life she always dreamed to live and the old life to which she longs to return.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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Marked By the Wolf #2
Werewolf Shifter Romance
Mac Flynn
Copyright © 2019 by Mac Flynn
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
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1
“What do you think of it?” the stranger asked me, referring to the house.
“It’s really nice. How long have you owned it?” I wondered. That would give me a good idea of how old was this werewolf. He coughed and muttered something. I frowned and leaned closer to him. “I didn’t catch that,” I told him.
He spoke in a louder and clearer voice. “It is my mother’s home,” he revealed.
I snorted. “Wait, you still live with your mom?” I asked him.
He sheepishly grinned at me. “It’s an inexpensive-”
“-and embarrassing,” I added.
“-living arrangement. Besides, my mother hasn’t been in good health since my father died ten years ago.” His face softened and I saw hints of good memories pass through his eyes. “They were very much in love, and his death came as quite a blow to her.”
“Silver bullet?” I guessed.
He shook his head. “No, cancer.”
I cringed. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to joke about-” He held up his hand and gave me a small smile.
“It’s all right, you didn’t know and if I was in your position I would have guessed the same.”
“So werewolves can die of disease?” I asked him.
He gave a nod. “Unfortunately, yes, along with injuries from car crashes, falling off buildings, and very old age.”
“So no immortality?”
“Would you really want that?”
“No, but I just wanted to know how far I should make future life plans.”
“More than triple the lifespan of a human, but disease generally takes us long before that time,” he told me.
“Oh,” I replied. That was a hell of a calendar to fill.
“Let us go inside,” the stranger invited. He turned to Roger in the waiting taxi. “We won’t need you anymore.”
Roger smiled, bowed his head and drove off. There went an easy escape, if I needed one. My mind was torn between jumping into the pool with both feet or stepping back and running away from this new life. The stranger guided me inside and into an entrance hall that was large enough to have an echo and small enough the echo would bounce back and hit you. Old wooden furniture sat against the wall in the form of chairs and tables, and thick carpets covered the wooden floors. In front of us and slightly to the left was a wide, carpeted staircase with a landing that wound its way upstairs. The decor was expensive without looking crowded or fake. I noticed the air inside the house was much warmer than outside.
