Sean has known nothing but betrayal in his heart for many years. He's lost the leadership of his pack and with that, his wife. His daughters barely speak to him. Now he wants peace, and the only place to search for it is in the darkness of the forest. But the scent of a human female in peril drags him from the recesses of his pain, crushing what little balance remains. Caden was once the popular cheerleader dressed to the nines. But when her ex-husband comes in search of blood, she realizes her past is nothing compared to the future she desires. Just as she's about to breathe her last, a voice tells her everything will be okay. But Caden knows different.
Beneath the light of the Blood Moon Festival beats the heart of the ultimate betrayal. Murder strikes so close to the heart, shattering Sean's soul, and destroying Caden's hopes of the future.
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Dierdre was still beside him, her hands brushing Sean’s arm. He jerked back, but not before the female offered a grin.
“Keep your hands off my mate, you bitch.”
“He’s mine,” snarled the shewolf.
Caden shrugged, moving onto the balls of her feet. She considered dumping her heels, but decided they may just give her the advantage. The wolven female wore sensible, soft-soled shoes. The bitch’s kicks would be soft, though solid. Caden’s would hurt more, but might not knock her as far. But most never understood the power of a well-made stiletto. A well-placed heel could be as painful as a bullet.
“I don’t know what you think you’re getting out of this, but you’re going down. Here and now,” Caden taunted her, waiting for the first strike. Caden knew Dierdre was measuring her weaknesses, just as she watched Dierdre’s. Someone tossed the shewolf a branch. The wood was a foot longer than Caden’s cane, but was made of pine. Pine was one of the weakest woods there was. One good hit, and it would break.
Dierdre charged. She swung her branch, and Caden countered. The thrust was powerful, and Caden’s arms shuddered beneath the power of the strike. Bark flew from the female’s staff, showering Caden, with bits falling toward her eyes. She grunted, blinking away the debris, and holding the shewolf back.
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