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It definitely leaves room for a sequel, but without leaving you hanging in the air feeling like you ended in the middle of a story. I enjoyed reading it, and will look forward to the next in the series. --Julie Bryan,Just Erotic Romance Reviews Engrossing and extraordinary, this book will hold you interest until the very end. Willa is a sensual creature with a submissive nature. Brant is strong and in control, he knows how to use all the weapons in his sensual arsenal. Together this couple is dynamite both in and out of the bedroom. An interesting intergalactic adventure that is sure to be memorable in anyone's book, pick this one up ASAP. --Angel Brewer,TRS Blue Tales of the Quiet Kitty 1: Under the Cat’s Pawis now available from Changeling Press WEREWULF JOURNALS 1: WILD IN THE CITY Camille Anthony Warning This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. Loose Id e-books are for sale to adults ONLY, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers. * * * * * This book is rated: Contains substantial explicit sexual content, graphic language, violence, and other material some readers may find offensive. Werewulf Journals 1: Wild in the City Camille Anthony This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Published by Loose Id LLC 1802 N Carson Street, Suite 212-29 Carson CityNV89701-1215 www.loose-id.com Copyright © 2004 by Camille Anthony All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this e-book may be reproduced or shared in any form, including, but not limited to printing, photocopying, faxing, or emailing without prior written permission from Loose Id LLC. ISBN 1-59632-014-1 Available in Adobe PDF, HTML, MobiPocket, and MS Reader Printed in theUnited States of America Editor: Maryam Salim Cover Artist: Angela Knight www.loose-id.com I Confront an Old Friend On the way home from a weeklong surveillance job, I detoured to have my monthly meeting with the city’s police commissioner. This month’s meeting was to acquaint me with a vicious crook. A drug lord who preyed on teenaged girls, sold poison-laced drugs to minors, and engaged in illegal gunrunning on the side. The Department had done what they could, compiled all the information undercover agents had gathered and delivered it to Kevin, who would pass it on to me. I already had several folders at home containing the dossiers ofSan Francisco ’s most unwanted. Untouchable by the law, judged to possess no redeeming spark of humanity, they now belonged to me. Tonight, at my sole discretion, Gerald Spenser, drug lord and boil--or another candidate--would cease to be a blemish on the fair ass of my city. For services rendered, I received a generous monthly stipend from the city referenced as payment for Licensed Certified Security Consultations. That’s just a big title meaning I do mop up work. Also, I dabbled in some private investigative work for the police department. Part of my job was securing the information needed to put scum in jail where they belonged. When I couldn’t get the dirt on them, I handled the problem in other, more permanent ways. Tired from a week trailing an illusive philandering spouse, I found myself yawning as the meeting dragged on into the late afternoon. I slumped further down on my chair, wondering how much longer the interminable discourse would drag on. As the meeting wrapped up, I jerked upright, coming alert as I sniffed emotional distress leaking from the commissioner. Strong and acrid, the scent scored my sensitive nostrils. Glancing up, I found his eyes riveted to my face, his expression one of intense loathing. When the meeting finished I made sure to linger behind until everyone else left and we were alone. I approached him, no longer willing to let his unspoken challenge go unanswered. “So, Kevin, what’s biting your ass?” “Nothing,” he mumbled, eyes lowered. He had been picking up the scattered papers, stuffing them haphazardly back into his briefcase, obviously trying to cut short our private chat before it began. His terse answer, blatantly untrue, pissed me off. “Come off it, Commissioner Morrison. I happen to know better. I can smell your agitation a block away. What the fuck is eating you?” Before the words cleared my mouth, his head snapped up. Slamming his hands down on the table, he snarled, “Back off, McCallum. Just do your gruesome little job and leave me the shit alone.” “Whoa! That was extreme. Where the hell’d it come from, anyway?” My eyes narrowed in a warning frown. “I don’t like my tail twisted when I’ve done nothing to warrant it.” “Oh, yeah? Well, for your information, lots of things happen that we don’t want to--like finding out your best buddy and partner is a fucking alien monster.” That hurt. Again. Still… Shit. Lips tight, I turned away and snatched up my leather biking jacket. Thrusting my arms into the sleeves with subdued violence, I gathered the rest of my stuff and made for the door. Halfway there, I changed my mind and turned back, realizing I had a few choice words for my former friend, words that had been seething inside me for years. I marched over and planted myself in front of him, eyes narrowed in years’ old anger. “You know, Kevin, back when we were partners on the police force, you and I used to get along fine. Then I made the mistake of saving your sorry ass--you’re welcome, by the way--and suddenly I was a rabid dog you couldn’t trust around your family.” I swallowed past a lump of remembered pain, wrestling to keep my cool. Meeting Kevin’s stony gaze, I took a deep breath and continued. “I broke Pack Law when I allowed you to find out about me. Being Wulf-in-Waiting to the Alpha of the Western America Pack wouldn’t have saved me if certain pack members learned what I’d done, so I was grateful when you promised to keep my information secret. I thought we were cool, that everything was copasetic between us. Instead, I ended up paying a higher price for your life than you did.” “How did you expect me to feel, to act? You’re not human, Hunter. You’re a…I don’t know what the hell you are, but I couldn’t take the chance you might one day turn on my family--” “Well, you’re right, there, bucko,” I drawled, resting a hip on the edge of the table. I looked him up and down, letting him see what I thought about his groundless fears. Like I’d ever hurt him or his. “I’m not human. Unlike you dirt monkeys, I’m Wulf, and we are loyal. If the tables had been turned, I never would have betrayed our friendship, left you alone to die--” He managed to look shamefaced. “I didn’t mean to do that, Hunter. I was in shock. I’d just seen a man I thought of as a brother turn into a giant wolf and rip the throat out of three men faster than I could have said, ‘Jack be nimble.’ Still, what scared the shit out of me was that you didn’t spit the flesh out--you ate it.” A harsh laugh grated in his throat. “All I could see was this mental picture of you looming over my kids, teeth bared, hungry…” He shook his head. I’d known what he thought all those years ago, but hearing it from his own mouth made my eyes burn. “I was the same person that held your newborn children and vowed to protect them with my life. We’d been through so much together. How could you just drive off and leave me to face those three perps?” A strangled sound from Kevin made me lower my gaze. “Maybe I should have hung about and talked my fears over with you. Maybe I overreacted when I got in the squad car and got the hell outta Dodge. Still, no matter what, you have to know I had no idea three more men were hiding in that alley. I never would have abandoned you to face that, alone.” Was he lying to himself? I sensed he believed what he was saying. So much water had flowed under that bridge that I decided to let it go. “I’ll give you that,” I conceded, grudgingly. “But what about later, when you transferred to another department without ...
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