and the corners of his mouth turned up in her favorite smile.
“I belong to you now,” she said.
He shook his head slightly. “Now we belong to each other.”
Meet the Author
Tera Shanley writes in sub-genres that stretch from Paranormal Romance, to Historic Western Romance, to Apocalyptic (zombie) Romance. The common theme? She loves love. A self-proclaimed bookworm, she was raised in small town Texas and could often be found decorating a table at the local library. She currently lives in Dallas with her husband and two young children and when she isn’t busy running around after her family, she’s writing a new story or devouring a good book. Any spare time is dedicated to chocolate licking, rifle slinging, zombie slaying, friend hugging, and the great outdoors. For more information about Tera and her work, visit www.terashanley.com.
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Silver Wolf Clan
Loving him will be legendary...if she can survive it.
What happens when monsters turn out to be real? One summer night while camping in the woods, Morgan Carter finds out in a big way. A tall mysterious stranger, Greyson Crawford, risks his life to try and save her sister from the vicious wolf attacking their camp. When he’s bitten and disappears into the night, Morgan can only assume the worst.
Greyson shows up a year later, and he’s a different animal altogether. His eye color shifts constantly and the rumble in his throat sounds more animal than human. She hasn’t any idea where he’s been all this time, but a good guess as to what he’s become.
Grey is determined not to let the darkness of his new existence affect Morgan and the little girl in her care. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about Morgan but knows he should stay away and let her live a normal life. That’s easier said than done, though. A new danger pulls him from the shadows to keep her safe, and he’s no wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Can she accept what lurks just below his surface? More importantly, can she survive him?
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Chapter 1
Grey jolted awake. The air stirred with something just beyond his senses that made the blood in his veins run cold. Something unnatural. He kicked out of the sleeping bag, which had tangled around his legs, and sat up. The fire had gone out long before and the slow burning embers offered little light. The full moon was more helpful but his eyes still needed to adjust. Silence surrounded him in the forest, except for the sound of his breathing and the beating of his heart. Erratic and fast. Like wings of the birds that had been scared into stillness. What woke him?
A scream echoed through the woods.
He jumped up and flew into action. The fancy knife his grandfather had given him gleamed from his overturned boot near the fire pit. He pulled it and turned in a slow circle. Where had the sound come from? The terror filled scream of a woman was something he never expected to hear out here. Not when he thought he’d camped far enough away from everyone. His eyes adjusted. Another scream, more horror filled than the last. The hairs rose on his arms. He needed action. There. That way, through the woods.
He ran, ignoring his unprotected, bare feet on the uneven, obstacle riddled ground. Branches whipped at his face, tree roots reached for his feet.
He was close. The woman sobbed in between screams and there was something more. A child? He skidded into a clearing, hands hitting the ground as he tried to stop. He gripped the knife even tighter. The weapon wasn’t nearly big enough. The furred animal had to be a bear. Nothing else made sense, but what was a bear doing deep in the woods of Texas?
A woman swung a flaming torch at the animal as it stood protectively over something on the leaf covered ground just outside the firelight. A little girl, maybe two years old, huddled near a small tent, whimpering.
“Let her go!” the woman screamed. A warrior.
The animal turned its head and the flames lit its face. A wolf. Dark, wet lips pulled away from gleaming, red drenched teeth, the monstrous creature loosed a bone chilling snarl. Its glowing eyes trained on the woman. She stood her ground, dark hair whipping around her shoulders in the wind. She couldn’t be over five feet tall, and slight. No chance against the predator.
“Hey,” he yelled. “Back up slowly.”
She hesitated but didn’t turn away from