New Moon Howl

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Zenina Masters

ISBN :978-1-4874-1249-4

Page :62

Word Count :16722

Publication Date :2017-03-31

Series : Shifting Crossroads#43

Heat Level :

Available Formats : New Moon Howl (pdf) , New Moon Howl (prc) , New Moon Howl (epub) , New Moon Howl (mobi)

Category : Erotic Romance , Fantasy Romance

Product Code: 978-1-4874-1249-4

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A clueless shaman at the mercy of her beast meets the merman who has always been the one she ran to.

When Kenzi first found out she was a shifter, the circumstances were surreal.

Ten years later, she isn’t just a shifter but a wolf shaman and counsellor. Her life has gone from a nightmare to the bland plodding of bureaucracy.

When her friend requests that she deliver a gift to the Crossroads, she jumps at the chance to see the world she has only heard about second hand.

Roman first heard the call of the wolf on the new moon, and a child was asleep in the woods when the sound died. She returned to her people only to come back as an adult who had sought him out with unerring precision.

Ten years later, she is a woman of power and her beast once again leads her right to his shores. Is she the woman for him or the world’s furriest stalker?

Her heart pounded in her ears as the sound of rustling leaves assaulted her senses. She pushed herself out of the leaf litter and tried to rise to her feet.

Naked. She was naked again. Damn it.

The rustling got louder, and a figure appeared in the space between two trees.

“So, miss. You have made it out here yet again.”

She crossed one arm over her breasts and splayed her other hand over her groin. “This time is different.”

The elf sighed and stepped out of the woods, holding out the cloak that he was carrying. “Of course it is. This time I came prepared.”

She sighed and took a handful of steps until she could grab the cloak and wrap herself in it.

“Thank you. I don’t suppose you could lend me a shirt or something? I don’t know where I left my bag, and I would rather be wearing something when I go to find it.”

“You seem older.”

She chuckled. “I am older. I turned eighteen last night. It just happened to line up with my lunar trigger.”

The sound of waves and rustling leaves was the only noise for a minute.

“What does your being eighteen have to do with it? Are you running away again?” He cocked his head, his thick blue-green braid swayed over his shoulder.

“No. Well, yes, but this time it is legal. They wanted me to leave, but now that I am a legal adult, no one will come looking for me. I am free of them, finally.” She shuddered, and tears started to run from her eyes.

He looked around. “I do not have any clothing here, but I may be able to call someone who can help.”

“I don’t need help.”

“You are a young adult, alone, and without resources. Accept help. It is the most adult thing you can do.” He smiled.

The sincerity in his voice and expression got through her wariness. “Fine. Please. I would like any help I can get.”

His grin lit up the woods around them. “Come with me to the water’s edge and wait. I will return when I have made the call.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

She held the cloak closed and followed him as he led her through thirty feet of woods and onto the sandy beach that merged with the water.

He smiled and stepped into the water; his khakis disappeared when he was waist deep, and a tail flicked out. His shirt was the next thing to go, and the slow breaching of his body before he headed for the depths stunned her.

Merman. She had gone from running around as a wolf and twice had come into the domain of this merman. She thought he was an elf, and he certainly looked that way while he was walking around. He was at one with the woods around him, but that ease translated into the water the moment that he touched it.

She shivered as the cool breeze from across the water tried to get into the cloak.

The sun was marking mid-morning. She huddled as the light fought the wind and slowly warmed her. She kept her thoughts blissfully blank.

It had taken twenty minutes before the merman reappeared. He walked out of the water and smiled. “They will be here in minutes. They are of your kind, so things should be better for you.”

She frowned. “My kind?”

“Shifters. Wolf shifters to be precise. They are like you and will take you in. You will probably end up with a new pack if you are so unhappy with your old one.” He smiled brightly as if everything was supposed to make sense to her.

“What is a shifter?”