The Mac Tíre forbade moon shifters to change a human to save them from death. Grayson Quinn, the alpha of the pack ignores the ancient rule when Sydney Carlisle, his fiancée is ravaged by one of his own kind.
Sydney believes she is a monster, a werewolf. She flees before Grayson can help her adjust, but Grayson must find her. Sydney’s body is still changing and the were lust will drive her crazy if not sated. He has until the full moon to help her tame the wolf inside and convince her she’s his soul mate. If he fails, he loses her forever.
Sydney still craves Grayson’s touch. However, she must come to terms with her change and forgive Grayson for making her one of the Mac Tíre.
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She could hear him behind her, fast and sure-footed. A shot whizzed by her ear and she zigzagged hoping the next bullet wouldn’t find its mark. He made her into this monster and now he wanted to kill her because of it? Damn it, he was a werewolf, but in the recesses of her mind, she knew she shouldn’t be one. Werewolves were forbidden to turn a human into one of them. Grayson was trying to cover his ass no doubt—the bastard. The thought of facing him and ripping him to shreds crossed her mind. Then something sharp pierced her flesh. She let out a howl as her hind legs gave out. She tried to rise, but her body wouldn’t obey. Damn if she’d make this easy for him and rolled over. He’d have to look her in the eyes when he ended her life.
He approached her with caution.
That’s right, come closer, so I can rip you a part limb by limb. She waited and conserved what was left of her strength.
He leaned down on his haunches.
She lunged, snapping her jaws at him, but he didn’t flinch. His brows furrowed and his silver eyes looked pained. How thoughtful. He felt sad he had to murder her. Well, she felt betrayed and hurt that he cared so little for her.
“I’m truly sorry, Sydney,” he told her with unmistakable regret in his tone. She might have believed him if he hadn’t shot her. Again.
Everything went black.
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