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- Herausgeber: Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Friends. Foes. Lots of trouble. The end comes for Sophie as she and her companions confront Blackwood for a final showdown at the Old Den. Wits and warriors are pitted against each other in fierce battles that will decide the fate of the werewolves and their beloved islands. Sophie must confront what she is and her feelings for Erik before it’s too late.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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MOON CHOSEN #7
Werewolf Shifter Romance
MAC FLYNN
CONTENTS
Copyright
Author’s Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Sneak Peek: The Alpha Mated Series
A Small Favor
When’s the Next Book?
Series by Mac Flynn
About Mac Flynn
COPYRIGHT
Moon Chosen #7 (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
I had to admit that after seeing so many unbelievable things this was definitely strange to watch.
Our little group of heroes, companions, and annoyances were gathered around the circle of stone benches watching a witch and my werewolf mate as they huddled over a small fire in a deep pit. Greg and I sat beside each other on one of the benches. Methuselah the vampire stood off to one side outside the circle. Marge sat on another stone bench, and at her feet lay our unconscious captive, Carey, my somewhat arch nemesis.
“Does anybody think this is weird?” I asked our little group.
“Quiet,” Hazel the witch hissed at me. She tossed in a couple more pieces of firewood to the glowing flames in the center of the pit and her eyes flickered to Erik. “Are you prepared to learn the ways of your mother’s kind?”
Erik nodded his head. “I am.”
“I’m really serious about this,” I insisted as I looked at all their serious faces. “Am I the only one who’s ever had a normal life?”
Greg placed a hand on my shoulder and pressed a finger to his lips. I opened my mouth to speak, but he shook his head.
Hazel pulled a small bag out from her cloak and opened the rope ties. She reached inside and picked out a pinch of white powder. “Let me see your hand,” she ordered Erik. He held out his palm and she sprinkled a little of the dust into his hand. “I want you to to use this powder to extinguish the fire,” she instructed him.
Erik made as though to throw the powder in, but Hazel’s eyes widened and she held up her hand. “Not yet!” She stood and hurried around to the opposite side of the benches further away than even where Methuselah stood. “Now you may try,” she told him.
Erik frowned. “Why not before?”
“Because if this doesn’t work I don’t want to be near it,” she explained to him.
All of us who sat on the benches glanced at each other and leaned back. Erik pursed his lips, but tossed in a smidgen of the pinch of white powder. There was a loud explosion of flames and a column of fire shot into the air. It probably could have been seen from space. The heat was so intense that I wondered if my eyebrows were still intact. Thankfully, the column was focused within the pit so that even Erik wasn’t singed too bad. After a few seconds the flames reverted back to their original short height and intensity.
Marge jumped to her feet and turned her angry eyes on Hazel. “What the hell are you trying to do? Kill us all?”
Hazel sneered at her. “Do not put the blame on me for anyone’s incompetence at magic,” she snapped back.
“That might have told the whole lake where we are,” Marge shot back.
“Then he had better learn quickly,” Hazel barked.
“My Lady spoke of a motivation for the magic,” Greg spoke up.
Hazel furrowed her brow and tapped her pointed chin with one long finger. “I suppose there is,” she admitted.
Marge glared at the witch. “You suppose? Don’t you know?”
Hazel narrowed her eyes. “This is my first time teaching the ways to an outsider. It is difficult to remember all of the necessary information to pass on to such a novice.”
“I say we go to the Den and have the Lady teach him,” Marge suggested.
“That would not be a wise idea,” Methuselah spoke up.
“And why not?” Marge snapped at him.
“The Den may have already been taken,” he pointed out.
“I say it’s worth a look before this hag kills us with her foolishness,” Marge insisted.
Erik rose and turned to us. “I will achieve this magic to help all of our friends and the islands. Please just give me time.”
Marge pursed her lips, but plopped back down onto the bench. “Fine, but this better not take all night.”
Erik turned to Greg. “What motivation did my mother speak of?”
“She spoke of magic as a will of the heart,” Greg explained. “Each action is a reaction to how one feels.”
“So if you’re angry the magic will be evil?” I guessed.
Greg smiled. “Not quite. The more powerful the emotion, the more powerful the magic.”
Erik looked down at his hand that held what remained of the powder. “Then I need emotion to stimulate the magic,” he surmised.
“That might help,” Hazel agreed. She rubbed her chin. “I didn’t feel any emotion when you tossed the powder into the pit.”
“But what emotion’s the best?” I asked our group. “I mean, should he be angry, or mad, or really mad?”
“The need to protect is the most powerful form of magic,” Methuselah spoke up.
Erik pursed his lips and clenched the powder in his fist. “I wish to protect the islands and all who reside there.”
Methuselah shook his head. “It is not a need to protect the many, but a need to protect those you know, those whom you truly care about. They cannot be faceless and nameless people.”
“But they are my people,” Erik insisted.
Methuselah strode over to me and grabbed the back of my collar. He lifted me off the bench and high enough that my feet couldn’t reach the ground.
“Hey! What are you doing?” I yelled at him. He carried me over to the pit and held me over the flames. “Let me go!”
Erik jumped forward and reached out to take me from Methuselah, but the vampire held out his hand and stopped my mate.
