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Moonlight And Midtown
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play About The Series -- EXCERPT: “That’s why packs have Alphas,” says Knox. “You need to set her loose, and then, let her attack me.” Every inch of my body goes on alert. “Attack you? Why?” “Your wolf has been through a lot. Ritual fighting is how wolves work out their place in the pack. Your wolf needs a firm hand.” I stare at my palm. “Firm hand?” “I’m not talking about physical power here. I’m talking magic. My power is Alpha energy, but you’ve got your own magic. Once I subdue your wolf, I think you’ll get the idea.” My head feels woozy. “Ritual combat? Really?” “Yes. Release your wolf and attack me. Now.” I hug my elbows. “I’m not sure. If I’m patient, my inner wolf might just calm down on her own.” “That’s not how wolves work, even when they aren’t of the magical variety. And a werewolf? Our animals are far more intense. I’m your Alpha, and if I let this go on for one more minute, I’m putting you at risk.” Something in his tone sets my nerves on edge. “Meaning?” “Your wolf will go feral. When it happens, it’s fast and intense. Your wolf will take over and you’ll disappear.” I suck in a shaky breath. “She wouldn’t.” My wolf’s voice sounds in my head. “We will run! I demand we shift NOW!” That manic tone to her voice is now higher than ever before. Every inch of my body trembles with the urge to shift. I reply to my wolf in my mind. “Didn’t you hear what Knox said?” Normally, my wolf can’t help but listen in on most of my conversations. “Our mate thinks you’re going feral.” “Mate?” The manic tone to her voice hikes up an octave. “We have no mate. All we have is the need to run.” A chill runs up my spine. “You don’t remember our mate?” “No mate! Run, now!” My blood chills. No matter what happens, my wolf always knows her mate. In fact, my usual complaint is that she won’t shut up about him. This is really happening. My wolf is going feral. All of a sudden, it’s like I can’t pull in enough air. “You’re right. My inner wolf is losing her mind.” “Hey, I won’t let that happen.” Knox rests his hands on my shoulders. “Breathe, Bry.” It takes serious concentration, but I slow my racing pulse a little. “Okay.” “Now, you need to set your wolf loose and trust me. Can you do that, yeah?” “I can try.” “Good.” Knox pulls off his dress shirt over his head and tosses it aside. “Set her loose.” Normally, the urge to shift is a constant tug of war between me and my wolf. Most times, all it takes is for me to stop fighting the urge to shift. After that, I turn furry. So that’s what I do now—I drop my guard and let my wolf take over.
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