Half Wolf
His Secret . . . or Her Salvation?When he stumbled upon a beautiful woman who'd been the victim of a vampire attack, Alpha wolf Michael Hunter faced an impossible choice . His honor dictated that he save her life. But the only way he knew to accomplish that was to make her one of his own. Now Kaitlin Davies was half Lycan and his responsibilty as she underwent a dangerous transformation to full wolf.Something within Kaitlin called to Michael's inner wolf with an intensity he’d never felt. He wanted her. But as he witnessed the changes occurring in her body, he wasn’t sure what she was becoming. Had Michael created something that could destroy them both . . . or was her transformation as pre-ordained as their passion?
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What is it about you, woman?
Michaelâs muscles twitched in response to his silent question because even in her rapidly declining state, the woman in his arms was irresistible. She was seductive in an ethereal, ultrafeminine way. Her gray eyes, her flowery scent and white face were lures he hadnât been able to resist. Hell, he couldnât resist them now.
In his defense, Michael concluded that a good excuse for his behavior was that she probably wouldnât harm a fly. Even if she discovered that werewolves still existed, it would be a shame for the world to lose such a small bundle. He just couldnât imagine the alternative. Because if she did live and decided to expose his kind, the job he faced was unthinkable. Saving her life would have been for nothing.
âBreathe,â he said to her. âThatâs right. Now breathe again.â
LINDA THOMAS-SUNDSTROM writes contemporary and paranormal romance novels for Mills & Boon Desire and Mills & Boon Nocturne. A teacher by day and a writer by night, Linda lives in the West, juggling teaching, writing, family and caring for a big stretch of land. She swears she has a resident Muse who sings so loudly, she often wears earplugs in order to get anything else done. But she has big plans to eventually get to all those ideas. Visit Linda at www.lindathomas-sundstrom.com or on Facebook.
To my family, those here and those gone,
who always believed I had a story to tell.
Contents
Pain, sharp-edged and nasty, hit Kaitlin Davies in an undulating wave, pulsing in time with the spike in her heart rate.
God, she thought. Can this be happening?
The guy who had just seconds ago seemed like any normal maleâshort hair, jeans, old white T-shirtâhad her by the neck before she could shout. So fast she couldnât draw a breath. The asshole actually bit her, breaking the skin beneath her right ear. He kept his teeth clamped to her neck and seemed to get a kick out of it. He was making happy noises.
Shock made screaming impossible. The a-hole had her pinned to a tree with some kind of supernatural grip.
Her bags fell to the ground. A hideous sucking sound, like someone knocking back a smoothie through a narrow straw, caused her stomach to turn. Something wet trickled down her throat, forcing a gag reflex, but she was too stunned to do anything other than try to breathe.
The scent of blood saturated the air. Her scream was internal, silent.
No...
The last rush of her frantic energy ebbed with a sensation similar to a tumbling waveâs retreat. And then another jarring spike in her pulse hit, fueled by adrenaline with nowhere to go.
Scream. Shove. Knee him. Fight.
That was what the rules of self-defense said to do if she were ever to find herself in trouble.
Yell. Make as much noise as possible. Draw attention.
Donât talk to strangers.
While it was a safe bet that every single female across the country had been given those same rules, no one had mentioned the fact that they might not work. She hadnât spoken to anybody, had just been minding her own business walking across university grounds from the library to her studio apartment.
Searing red flashes behind her eyes warned that she was going into shock, and still standing only because the creep held her upright. She no longer felt her hands or feet. Nerve twitches that should have instigated muscle movement produced no response at all.
Shit.
Help me!
She was so very scared, and cold, though she had started to sweat. Inside, she was fighting, struggling. Outwardly, she did zip. This attackerâs maniacal strength and the speed with which he had executed it severed any prospects of a worthwhile reaction.
What sort of creature bit a person?
Pervert.
Animal.
Monster...
Her thoughts began to fuzz over. Blackness floated in from the periphery of her brain like spilled ink spreading on a flat white surface, threatening a last hold on sanity.
Would she ever see her family again?
Tingling sensations accompanied her blood pressureâs plummeting descent. Dark thoughts dangled. The monster was going to kill her beneath the trees bordering the pathway. She was on her own here because this was Friday night, and everybody else would be either prepping for the weekend or hitting the books. She had walked here at least twenty times this past semester, thinking it safe.
And now she was going to die. Out here. Alone. Just weeks before presenting her doctorate thesis.
She did not want to die, not like this or any other way. Her life hadnât really started yet.
Donât deserve this.
She had no energy left to finish the argument. The night had grown darker.
Somebody help me.
Anybody. Please...
