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    Hunter's Moon: The Mad Wolf's Harem Series
    Hunter's Moon: The Mad Wolf's Harem Series
    Hunter's Moon: The Mad Wolf's Harem Series
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    Hunter's Moon: The Mad Wolf's Harem Series

    By Tabitha Conall

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    Tate did everything she could to save her sister from being kidnaped, but failed. When Sawyer sees Tate lying in the hospital after the beating the kidnaper gave her, he feels rage like he's never felt before. But it isn't until Tate and Sawyer go to Lunaville to help hunt down the kidnaper and retrieve Tate's sister that they meet Matt, their mate...and their lives are changed forever.

    Despite wanting to find the nearest bed and complete the mating bond, cops Matt and Sawyer investigate the clues while holding Tate back from getting in the middle of things. But Tate's the one who finds the biggest clue of all, a scent trail that smells just like the kidnaper. In the midst of following the trail and tracking down clues, Matt and Sawyer try to heal Tate of her biggest wound--the guilt of not being able to stop the kidnaper herself.

    This 22,000+ word novella is the second in the Mad Wolf's Harem series that starts with Harvest Moon.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLittle Death Books
    Release dateJan 16, 2014
    ISBN9781501488696
    Hunter's Moon: The Mad Wolf's Harem Series

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      Hunter's Moon - Tabitha Conall

      Chapter 1

      What did it take to make a werewolf cry? Sawyer Hansen stood next to the hospital bed, machines beeping and whooshing around him. Slowly, Tate McKenna opened her eyes to focus on him. Her face looked puffy and discolored. Worse, he could see dried tears caking her eyelashes.

      Sawyer wanted to find the man who’d done this and tear him to pieces with his teeth and claws. He had never felt so livid standing at a victim’s bedside. He’d visited plenty of hospitals and plenty of victims, seen them beat up, cut up, torn up, but this time he could barely contain his rage.

      When he spoke, his voice had taken on the rumble of his wolf, and he was glad no humans were near. Who did this?

      Tate swallowed. I couldn’t stop him. Her voice sounded scratchy and strained, and he could see why. Purple and black marks ringed her neck. The man had strangled her.

      Claws sprung out of the tips of his fingers. He’d never been so close to a change in such a public place. Who?

      Don’t know, she whispered. Didn’t know him.

      Sawyer took a deep breath, trying to get control of himself again. He couldn’t change in the hospital with all these humans around. And he couldn’t be half-changed because a nurse could walk in at any second and see him. He waited until his claws had retracted and his wolf had receded to an angry distance.

      After he’d pulled the guest chair to Tate’s bedside and sat down, Sawyer said, Can you tell me what happened?

      She closed her eyes for a second and then began, her shredded voice pulling at him with each syllable. I was sleeping on the couch. I woke up, didn’t know why. Saw a shadow moving toward Britton’s room. A man. I waited until his back was turned and jumped him.

      His hand fisted. Tate was tall for a female, and athletic. But the thought of her putting herself in such danger made him want to rip something in two.

      And why? Why did he feel this way about this particular victim when he’d never felt like this before? Was it because she was Pack?

      He was fast. Strong. We fought, but I couldn’t stop him. A tear slid down her cheek. He took Britton and I couldn’t even get up off the floor.

      Sawyer waited a second, mostly to hold himself in check, but before he could ask another question, she continued.

      He even took some of her stuff. He–he made sure I was down, then he went into her bedroom. I heard her scream. A few minutes later he came out with her over his shoulder, and he was carrying one of her little suitcases. Do you know what was in it?

      They hadn’t even realized the kidnaper had taken anything of Britton McKenna’s. No.

      Tate closed her eyes. Why would he do that?

      It might be good news. He’d say anything to make her feel better. Which was strange for him because he usually played it straight, but he didn’t stop to question it. He wouldn’t have taken a suitcase full of her things unless he meant to keep her a while.

      You mean she could still be alive.

      Yeah. He itched to take her hand, just for the comfort it might give her.

      She gazed at him out of her bruised eyes. I already know she’s alive. I’d know if she died.

      How was he supposed to interpret that? No wolves he knew of had psychic abilities.

      Don’t question it. We’re not twins; it’s not one of those things where I feel her pain or something. But she’s my sister. I’d just...know.

      He didn’t get it, but he could go with the evidence on this one. There was a good chance Britton McKenna still lived. We’re going to do everything we can to get her back.

      I know. I’m going to help.

      His wolf surged up, angry the female would try to put herself in harm’s way again. You’ve done your part. We can handle it from here.

      Seriously?

      At least now that she was copping attitude, she didn’t look quite as beaten down.

      You’ve got a police station full of human beings, she said. Look at me. You get it, right?

      Sawyer’s jaw tightened. He beat you up.

      Yeah. I’m a wolf. No human man can beat me up.

      The statement hung in the air for a second. The kidnaper is a wolf. Shit.

      And you think your human cops are going to be able to stop him? Nuh-uh. I’m helping you. I’m getting my sister back. It’s my fault she got taken anyway.

      He tipped his head to the side, aware that it was a very wolfish action and just as unable to stop it. How’s it your fault?

      Tate turned her head away from him. I couldn’t stop him.

      What are you thinking? She couldn’t really believe she should have been able to overcome a full-grown male?

      The door to her room opened and a nurse in pink scrubs hurried inside. How’re you feeling?

      Ready to go home, Tate said, her voice as scratchy as ever.

      Sawyer’s wolf grumbled at the female’s stubbornness. She’d stay in bed. She’d get better. If he had to chain her there.

      The nurse tsked. You’ve got quite a bit of healing to do. No need to rush things. Just stay in bed and rest. She efficiently checked Tate over, filled her plastic pitcher of water, and checked the bag hanging next to the bed.

      Tate’s eyes met his. She didn’t say anything, but he could guess what she was thinking. She was a wolf. She would heal much faster than any human.

      She would think that meant she didn’t need to follow the nurse’s orders. Sawyer disagreed. You do as the nurse says. He put a little power into his voice. Nothing magical; just a little force to make her remember he outranked her in the Pack...and she had to do as he said.

      Tate scowled, but didn’t answer.

      At her submission, his wolf finally settled. The female would stay in bed. And Sawyer would find her sister.

      ***

      There were a lot of things Matt Geary liked about his promotion to Chief Deputy. Having to come into the office on a Sunday afternoon to meet visiting cops wasn’t one of them. But when he’d suggested to Caleb–the sheriff–that one of the other deputies might be a better choice, Caleb disagreed. He said this was one of the things sheriffs needed to know how to do, and there was no time like the present for Matt to learn.

      Great.

      He needed to be out in the field with the rest of the officers, searching for Megan Cutler. The cop from Eagle Valley claimed they’d had a victim in their neck of the woods, and Matt knew he needed to check it out. But the guy could have sent a report over. He didn’t need to come in person.

      Matt glanced at his watch. The guy didn’t need to be late, either.

      Ten more minutes later, the police station door opened. Matt couldn’t see the door from his desk, but he listened as Peggy greeted the newcomer. With his wolf hearing, every word came through loud and clear.

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