Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
My inner bear starts grumbling and I take a deep breath, wishing I had some comforting words to tell him. She’ll be here soon. We’ll find her. That’s what I used to tell him but I don’t believe it anymore.
I’m losing faith.
Shifters grow up thinking there’s one person destined for them, but what if we’re wrong? What if some of us are destined to be alone? And what if that’s my destiny?
The door swings open and I’m expecting to see Rylan coming back, but instead, it’s someone I haven’t seen in a while.
Lincoln Graves, a wolf shifter who lives in town walks in with a serious look on his face. I haven’t seen him since our brawl with the two dragons. We would have gotten our asses kicked if it wasn’t for him, his brother, and his two cousins joining us.
“Blake,” he says in a no-fucking-around voice as he walks up to me. He’s big for a wolf shifter, but I got a polar bear hiding inside me and that means I got at least fifty pounds on the guy.
“What is it?” I ask.
Ethan and Westin flank my sides as he rubs his chin. “I caught his scent. In town.”
Shit. I don’t even have to ask him who.
In that brawl, we killed the blue dragon shifter Reginald, but one got away. The third and last brother, Sperling Kirk, has a red dragon that’s as big as a firetruck. And he’s pissed that we buried his two brothers in the mountains.
It’s been months since we’ve seen him, but there’s been no doubt in my mind that he’d be back.
“You sure?”
He raises his eyebrow at me, insulted that I’m questioning his sense of smell. Wolf shifters always get sensitive about that kind of thing.
“I’m never wrong with my nose,” he finally says.
“Okay,” I say as Carter joins us. “Let’s all watch our backs and keep our eyes open.”
Audrey walks into the room, wiping her eyes and yawning as she rubs her pregnant belly. Carter hurries over to her and starts speaking softly to his girl, telling her he loves her and that he’ll take her home soon.
I shake my head and exhale long and hard.
This is the problem with mates.
They’re distracting.
There’s a dangerous red dragon flying around with vengeance on his mind and I can’t afford for them to be focused on anything but that.
I just can’t let him catch us off guard.
Because none of us will survive that.
Chapter Two
Lily
“Goddamn winter,” I mutter as I try to force my rental car onto the pile of hard snow beside the sidewalk. This town is already full of snow and it’s still coming down. It’s annoying as hell even if it is really pretty as it falls against the night sky.
I live in Miami and can’t imagine living in a small town like this. Blackcloud Point, Montana. Well, maybe I could…
I spot a young couple walking down the sidewalk pulling a little kid in a sled. The little girl is all bundled up in a snowsuit to the point where she can’t move her limbs. Her arms are out to the sides, making her look like a human star and her hood is standing straight up with a big adorable pom pom flapping around. The happy look on the couple’s faces as they hold hands sends a jab aching through my heart.
My mother’s words come floating back into my head…
You work too much. You should work on getting a man and getting me some grandkids instead.
I’m thirty-three years old and lately, I’ve been getting those stabbing pains a lot more whenever I see people in love.
I’ve always been so focused on my career in the FBI, but in the past year or two, I don’t know… sometimes I think that I’ve focused on the wrong things in my life.
Would I be happier if I was married with a little bundled up ball of joy like that of my own? Maybe. Probably…
But this is good too!
I shake those unhelpful thoughts out of my head and get my mind back in the game.
“Come on, Lily,” I whisper to myself as I turn off the car. “You’ve got three killers to catch.”
I turn back to the file on the passenger seat of the car and see my writing on the cover.
The Kirk Brothers.
I’ve been chasing these bastards for years. I finally built a case and got warrants for their arrests, but now I can’t find them anywhere.
Montana is the twenty-ninth state I’ve been to while looking for these guys. At this point, I’ll chase them to the moon to catch their scaly asses.
I take a deep breath and sit back in my seat as I pull out my phone. My hands are trembling as I play the video. It’s from last spring, nine months ago, but it’s the last known location of any of the Kirks.