Page 62 of Wolf Spell

We slept like the dead, draped in each other’s arms. His scent was so familiar, his arms so strong. We’d found and saved each other.

And... he didn’t snore.

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Restless, I awoke hearing something outside. Closing my eyes, I was still jumpy from everything that had happened. If I hadn’t gone to Savernake, none of this would have occurred to me. But then, I wouldn’t be in the arms of my wolfman. My body relaxed as I nestled into him.

A crash had us both bolting up. Bitter wind swept through shattered glass, Lycaon was up and scanning the floor as he picked up a brick that had been hurled through me window.

Carefully, picking our way through the glass on the floor we peered out of the window and into my back garden.

A hollow voice cried on the wind, “We are everywhere. We are your closest friends. Your lovers. Your family. We will never stop hunting you. This is just the beginning.”

Turning to run out of the door, I grabbed his arm.

“No.” My heart smashed against my chest. “Tomorrow. Let’s just have one night.”

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Thank you reading. I’m glad you’re here. I really hope you enjoyed this. Book 2 of 4 will be released shortly, I am aiming for the end of November 2023.

You can catch updates on www.jnmoon.com.

First chapter of Wolf Trap below and then notes on the places and mythology.

WOLF TRAP EXCERPT

Aftermath.

Shadows twisted and ebbed on the walls as the pale morning light streamed in through the curtains. Nudging closer, the heat from Lycaon’s body surged through me as the bitter chill bit through the shattered glass of my bedroom window.

After the threat from Adara at my home and the brick they’d sent smashing through my windowpane, I’d hardly slept.

That taunting voice repeated in my mind incessantly. If I had to guess, I’d say it was a vampire, an old vampire, but apart from Hakon and Anthony, I hadn’t met many.

The message of hunting me relentlessly obviously brought the threat home, but there was something else about it. A voice lacking humanity, like it enjoyed cruelty.

For hours we lay on the bed, arm in arm, watching the moonlight chase the shadows across the ceiling. Then dozing in and out of a restless sleep.

On the one hand, I was in his blissful embrace, his scent intoxicating me like a lullaby. On the other, dread trickled and clenched at my throat.

I was about to drag myself up when a hammering on my front door made me jump. A deep, throaty voice called my name.

Leaping up, I snatched up my robe, Lycaon pulling on his jeans, as he followed me, pulling on a T-shirt.

“Miss Brandt, please open the door now. This is the police.”

Flashing a look at Lycaon, my mouth open in shock before I hollered back, “I’m coming!” Bloody hell!

As if the death of a friend wasn’t enough, the threats from Adara, now this.

Clenching my teeth, I stomped. What I would give for twenty-four hours of nothing happening. Gripping the bannister, I stopped thudding down the stairs when my foot slipped and I nearly fell.

I hadn’t even had coffee… Is this karma?

They stopped hammering before I opened the door. Lycaon grabbed at my sleeve. “Be careful. Don’t let them in without a warrant!”

I nodded, taking a deep breath.

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