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- Herausgeber: Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
The island casts its long shadow over Sophie’s soul as she tries to survive her new world. Her distant mate forces her to accompany him wherever he goes and she finds herself put into one danger after another. Their blood bond forces them together, but will their dislike of one another force them apart just when they need each other the most?
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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MOON CHOSEN #2
Werewolf Shifter Romance
MAC FLYNN
CONTENTS
Copyright
Author’s Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Sneak Peek: Moon Chosen #3
A Small Favor
When’s the Next Book?
Series by Mac Flynn
About Mac Flynn
COPYRIGHT
Moon Chosen #2 (Werewolf Shifter Romance). Copyright © 2019 by Mac Flynn.
Published by Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, disseminated, or transmitted in any form or by any or for any use, including recording or any information storage and retrieval system, without the prior written consent of the author and/or artist. The only except ions shirt excerpts or the cover image in reviews.
This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, organizations, places and events portrayed in this novel or on the cover are either products of the author’s or artist’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author or artist.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Dear Reader,
Thank you so much for joining me on a journey through my imagination. If you’re looking for romance and adventure with a guaranteed Happily Ever After, then you’ve come to the right place. My books contain paranormal plotting and fantastical action, and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.
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- Mac Flynn
CHAPTERONE
“Nice place you have here. A good example of modern convenience and medieval madness,” I commented.
The day was after my kidnapping, and the time was morning. I still remained in this strange place that was a mixture of medieval fortress and modern mansion. My ‘mate,’ Erik Greenwood, had placed me into the care of one Greg, a servant with a twinkle in his eyes that I wasn’t sure I trusted. He seemed smarter than the average servant, and that wouldn’t help my efforts to escape, for I still sought my freedom and that of the other girls.
My current attire would also hinder me. Greg had found a dress of dark red that, while it set off my dark hair, wouldn’t help if I needed to run.
This Greg was also the person who now led me down the myriad of cold halls to breakfast. We walked side-by-side down the stone corridors. On our left stood large, arched windows that looked out on inhospitable rocks and rough lake water. The sun shone through a partly-cloudy sky and cast a dampness on my already-weary soul.
Greg chuckled. “Yes. The Old Den and New are quite different.”
We reached an intersection in the dungeon-like part of the Den. I neither saw nor heard anyone. “Anyone live here besides Greenwood?” I asked him.
“None but myself and the other servants. Old Den is now used only for ceremonial purposes, while the New holds the living quarters,” he told me.
“Any secret tunnels and stairways I should know about?” I wondered.
“None you should know about,” he quipped.
I frowned. “You’re not a very helpful servant to your mistress.”
“My Master was my master before you were my mistress,” he pointed out.
“Fine. If you won’t help me escape, at least tell me about my enemies,” I demanded.
He raised an eyebrow. “Enemies?”
“Yeah, the Greenwoods. They seem to be the top-dogs around here, so I’m guessing they gave the orders to have me and the others kidnapped,” I told him.
“That isn’t quite how you came to be here, but I will tell you about the family. They were once sovereign rulers over the inhabitants of the Islands, of which Wolf Island is the largest, but a hundred years ago they relinquished much of their control in favor of a more democratic form of government,” he revealed.
“How kind of them. . .” I muttered.
“Kindness was a secondary motivation,” Greg interjected as we turned a corner. The Old Den slipped away and was replaced by the new one. We were surrounded by shining white walls and electric lights. Greg also led us down a flight of stairs to a lower floor that was of the same modernity. “Many of their subjects demanded a greater voice, and it was granted to avert war. A good leader knows when to submit and when to stand firm,” he told me.
“So this happened a hundred years ago? How long have these werewolves been here?”
“Our ancestors sailed across the ocean as many others did, and they settled on these islands far from humans to avoid the persecution they had endured in their old homelands,” he explained.
I furrowed my brow. “If they didn’t want to be near people than why do they kidnap human women?” I asked him.
Greg opened his mouth to speak, but movement ahead of us caught his attention. I followed his gaze and saw a tall, thin young man approach us. His hair was raven-black and his eyes were blue like those of Erik, but they didn’t have the warmth hidden in their depths. There was something else there, something I couldn’t quite describe, but which left me with a cold feeling down my back.
The man stopped in the middle of the hallway and bowed to Greg. “Good day to you, Gregory.”
Gregory frowned, but bowed his head. “Sir Blackwood.”
