Only a fool would think they could steal from a werewolf …
Anticipating a quiet night alone with the man she loves, Darcy’s world is sent into a spin with the arrival of someone from the past—Mason. She is further shocked by the intruder’s claim she may not even be the true mate of the Mystic Wolves Alpha. Accusations start to fly, leading to her new enemy being granted asylum, and this is just the beginning of trouble.
Relying on the reassurances of Mason and the support of her friends and Pack, Darcy soon falls under attack. Suspicions are raised, and with no other choice, she must flee with Devlin to safety where hopefully they can untangle the lies hidden behind the use of magic. Time is quickly ticking away, leading to a showdown where everything is on the line.
They need to uncover the truth before it’s too late, or once again, Darcy will need to fight to hold onto her dreams.
Here’s a sample from the book to tempt you with. I am really enjoying this series. You should check it out. Belinda Boring really knows how to tell a great story.
It was cold, so very cold. I released a breath, and a billow of white vapor escaped from my mouth. Shrinking into myself to generate some warmth, I wrapped my arms around my body, rubbing chilled hands against bare skin. It shocked me to not only find myself naked, but I was also standing deep in the woods, surrounded by countless tall pines. I instantly recognized the place—the area I frequently ran in during the full moon with the pack. The house was a fair distance away, but not so far that I couldn’t shift and journey safely back.
Looking around to see if anyone was here with me, the once friendly and familiar place now held a sinister appearance. Shadows created patches of darkness, and the absence of noise raised red flags in my mind. There was something evil here with me—something that had everything on edge, and as I raised my arm, I could see the goose bumps covering my flesh.
I reached within, deciding it was safer to become my wolf until we could assess the danger, but no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t sense her. She was nowhere to be found, and a blind panic overcame me.
She was an integral part of me, and there’d never been a time when she didn’t respond. Seeking deeper inside myself, all I found was emptiness, and no indication she’d ever been there.
“You didn’t deserve her. She’s gone, never to return.”
I twirled around to see a robed figure, its face obscured by a low hanging hood. There was something familiar that I couldn’t quite put my finger on, and curiosity caused me to move closer. Lifting a hand to stop my advancement, whoever it was made no attempt to reveal their identity.
“Where did she go?” I asked, worry lacing my voice.
“You are not worthy to hold such a gift within you. You are nothing … insignificant,” the figure spoke, ignoring my query. The tone was cold, and the cruelty of the words crushed my heart.
“What have you done with her?” I raised my voice now, and I took a step forward. “She’s mine, and I am hers. Give her back!” The last sentence came out as a yell.
“Leave here. You don’t belong. There is nothing here for you.”
I felt a force shove hard at my chest, causing me to stumble back and sprawl across the forest ground. On instinct, I reached for my wolf, preparing to change so we could face the threat together. I cringed at the sound of malicious laughter filling the air.
“So incredibly weak. You do not deserve the honor of pairing with such a creature. You do not deserve many things. One by one, they shall be stripped from you until you are alone and forgotten.”
I lifted my head to challenge the accusations, but shock silenced me as I watched the figure slowly slide the hood back, finally exposing its face—his face.
Mason stood there—an expression of disdain and indifference, and the impact felt as though I’d been sucker punched. Everything screamed for me to raise myself from the ground and go to him, to rekindle the look of adoration and love I knew he possessed. But this wasn’t truly my Mason. It couldn’t be.