Wolf Hunter
Sworn enemies fated to be supernatural lovers… Few know about the race of Lycans hidden within Miami’s underground – and those who do seek to destroy them. Cameron Mitchell has sworn to protect his kind… but one beautiful woman may be his undoing.Born into a family of wolf hunters, Abby Stark has never confronted a Lycan until Cameron steps out of the shadows. Abby burns with the need to be possessed, but she knows her father’s war against Cameron’s kind means they have no future. Coupling with a were is not her destiny… but walking away is proving impossible.
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Hunger.
Thatâs what Abby felt. Hunger. For knowledge of him. For the chance to get closer to him.
Either sheâd gone insane, or Cameron had the ability to hypnotize her with his wolf power, because she grappled with a spectacularly idiotic, completely suicidal compulsion to have the itch forming down deep inside her scratched by a razor-sharp claw.
The highly erotic vibrations he gave off were the epitome of a perilous death trap.
âWhat do you want?â she demanded in frustration.
He replied in a voice like soft, sifted gravel. âI was wondering if perhaps you have a death wish?â
Sheâd known better. So why did her body want to meet the animal in him?
LINDA THOMAS-SUNDSTROM writes contemporary and paranormal romance novels for Mills & Boon® Nocturne⢠and Mills & Boon® Desireâ¢. 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 lindathomas-sundstrom.com or on Facebook.
To my family, those here and those gone, who always believed I had a story to tell.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
It was only moonlight. A damn luminous light show...
But Abby Stark stood frozen in a pool of it.
A choice four-letter word slipped through her clenched teeth.
Tonightâs recon should have been routine. It was too late to second-guess what had gone wrong. One move now, no matter how slight, and whatever was out there in the dark, whatever had stopped her in her tracks, would find her. Breaking the silence by talking into her cell phone would mean attracting any number of bad guys roaming the area.
She couldnât afford to be caught with her pants down in this notorious Miami park. Her mind brought up the words dead meat.
The thing out there in the dark, too close for comfort, didnât even begin to fit the term bad guy. Its presence left an eerie wave of ripples in the air. Otherness rolled across her skin in waves.
This visitor was not human.
Big freaking surprise.
The thing heading her way was trouble with a bite. A large male, her senses confirmed, and charismatic enough to affect her from a distance. Not just any old monster, either, according to her gut reaction. Something special. Encountering his vibe had been similar to slamming up against a brick wall face-first.
Damn it, had he come close enough to see her?
Was he paying attention?
Donât move.
Flicking her gaze from right to left brought up nothing out of the ordinary. Then again, most of the planetâs darker things were difficult to catch a glimpse of in the darkness that bred them.
Adding to the problem was the rain of coldhearted moonlight highlighting every move sheâd dare to makeâlike a circus spotlight pointed in her direction when she was supposed to be in stealth mode.
Step right up, folks. See the girl whoâs about to have her ass kicked.
Moisture began to gather in the valley between her breasts. Sweat dampened her forehead. Her skin burned beneath her black fatigues because her engine was revved but stuck in neutral.
How screwed was she, on a scale of one to ten?
There was nothing to be done now, Abby supposed, short of wishing for backup, though she couldnât decide what would be worseâbeing caught by a monster, or having her fatherâs team of elite monster hunters know sheâd been found by one of those monsters.
Thatâs what her father called the man-wolf hybrids that had recently claimed this park. Monsters.
Her head came up.
The night rustled as if something had just punched its way through the dark. More nerve endings fired as Abby strained to see what approached. This guy had turned the tables, making the watcher a target, rather than the other way around.
She didnât like anything about this.
Sensing Others was what she had always been good at, yet sheâd been inexcusably late to this particular party. The hot flashes burning through her were a telling sign that sheâd found the very thing sheâd been seeking tonight. Werewolf. A beast that also might have found her.
Unfortunately, this suckerâs presence seemed strong. It might even be a full-blooded beast, though sheâd never come across one in the fourteen years sheâd spent scouting for her fatherâs team. If not one of the mysterious Lycans, this Wereâs pedigree had to run parallel to that status. The older the bloodline, the stronger the wolf.
