Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

The Dragon And The Wolf: Things in the Night
The Dragon And The Wolf: Things in the Night
The Dragon And The Wolf: Things in the Night
Ebook82 pages1 hour

The Dragon And The Wolf: Things in the Night

Rating: 3 out of 5 stars

3/5

()

Read preview

About this ebook

A Things in the Night Prequel Novella

 

Wolf Shifter Westley Stone didn't expect to survive being kidnapped and tortured by hunters, but he did, and only because a dragon literally dropped out of the sky to save him. After waking up in the man's house, he can't help but feel grateful, and very attracted to his handsome rescuer.

 

Dragon shifter Chris Knucker has a thing against werewolves ever since his family was killed by a pack, but he's willing to put old fears aside for the handsome man he's just saved. The problem is that Westley seems a little shy to his advances, which makes sense when Chris discovers that Westley has to get married and produce a litter of wolf pups for his pack on orders from his alpha father. 

 

Author's Note: This is the story of how Chris and Westley from The Legend of the Werewolf meet and fall in love. While there is a resolution to their immediate problem of will he/won't he? The remainder is still concluded in another book which is M/F dominant.

 

4 Hearts! "I would recommend this to anyone who loves sexy men, the paranormal worlds, shape-shifters, werewolves, and dragons, not to mention danger and excitement."  ~MM Good Book Reviews 

LanguageEnglish
PublisherMandy Rosko
Release dateApr 1, 2015
ISBN9781507055076
The Dragon And The Wolf: Things in the Night
Author

Mandy Rosko

USA Today Bestselling and award winning author Mandy Rosko loves writing paranormal romances with werewolves, dragons and people with special powers. She is the author of the Things in the Night Series, Night and Day, and the Dangerous Creatures Series.She does M/F, M/M, a touch of medieval under her other pen name, Rizzo Rosko, and pretty much anything else she's in the mood to write (which makes things confusing for readers since that means she's too much of a flake to stick to any one brand).Favorite authors right now are anyone who writes dangerous and tortured heroes ;)If you want to keep up to date on the sexy guys in my hot new releases, then sign up for my Newsletter and receive a free copy of The Vampire's Curse: http://mandyrosko.com/contact.htmlAnd on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MandyRoskoRomanceThings in the Night Series:The Vampire's CurseThe Legend of the WerewolfThe Shepard's AgonyThe Dragon and the Wolf (A prequel novella)Night and Day Series:Night and DayThe Calm Before The StormAll Hell Breaking LooseBook Four Coming Soon!Dangerous Creatures:Burns Like FireA Shock To Your SystemAs Cold As Ice Coming December 8th 2015

Read more from Mandy Rosko

Related to The Dragon And The Wolf

Titles in the series (4)

View More

Related ebooks

Paranormal Romance For You

View More

Related articles

Related categories

Reviews for The Dragon And The Wolf

Rating: 3.1538461538461537 out of 5 stars
3/5

13 ratings0 reviews

What did you think?

Tap to rate

Review must be at least 10 words

    Book preview

    The Dragon And The Wolf - Mandy Rosko

    1

    Westley’s neck snapped to the side, his eye blinding with pain from the punch he'd just taken. His whole body jerked with the force, and he would’ve been pulled down with it had it not been for the two pairs of hands that kept him in place and on his knees.

    His head lolled, the world swimming around him as his face dripped fluids. He could barely think, and was close to passing out. Fuck, if only he would!

    A big hand fisted his hair and pulled his head up, steadying his world enough for him to look into the cold eyes of one of the hunters who’d had him. He was the oldest in the group, but that was only obvious by the sharp grays salted through his oiled black hair. Their leader.

    Tell us where you live. Just give us the addy’s of a few of your pack mates, and I’ll send you on your way.

    Dad—

    Be quiet, boy, the old man said without taking his eyes away from Westley.

    Westley had secretly always wondered when this would happen to him, when a hunter would see him, know what he was, and then capture him. Westley’s crescent moon birthmark, the mark that identified any werewolf who was born rather than turned, sat on his right cheek, like a neon sign for anyone who knew what it meant, flashing the words, Here I am. Come and get me.

    Why it couldn’t have been on his back, his leg, or even hidden under his hair was something he’d always wondered about. Somewhere it could be easily hidden. But no, the fucking thing was on his face.

    He’d always imagined that if a hunter saw him and tried something, he would fight them off, kill them, and then dispose of the bodies before returning home. He even imagined the glory of fighting to the death, defending himself and taking any hunters with him. He’d never imagined to be taken so easily.

    Well, maybe not so easily. Westley had fought; he’d given one of the two men behind him a busted lip and a bruised eye before he’d been overcome by their numbers and bashed over the head until everything went black.

    When he’d woken up, he took the time to look into all of their faces, listen to their conversations, and learn their names, so that when he escaped he’d have accurate descriptions of all of them, something the vampire and werewolf communities could really use considering these fucks were selling werewolf pelts and vamp teeth for profit.

    Nathaniel, the one whose face he’d practically cracked in half, held his one arm while his brother, Raphael, held the other. Nathaniel snickered every time his father, Elijah, delivered a hard blow to Westley’s face.

    Elijah, Nathaniel, Raphael. Jesus, were these guys just trying to look badass or overly religious with the fake names?

    Hunters weren’t always smart, but they never gave away their real names. Ever. Otherwise there would be enough vampires and werewolves out hunting them.

    But even if their names were Tom, Dick, and Harry, battle scars, and muscles lined with tattoos of crosses and wolf paws made these guys pretty fucking scary.

    One cross for every vampire de-fanged and killed. One wolf paw for every werewolf skinned alive. There was only one man among them who wasn’t wearing a paw or a set of fangs. Either he was new, or he sympathized.

    The kid with the gotee, Ezekiel, seemed the most uncomfortable about the entire situation. He stood some distance away, the lookout, trying to keep his eyes away from what his family was doing. Guy couldn’t be older than sixteen, and as far as Westley could tell, he had the fewest tattoos.

    It would have been interesting had Westley not given up hope that he was going to get out of here alive, making all the info he’d learned useless.

    An open palm slapped his crescent moon cheek, snapping him back to the present.

    Don’t pass out on me, son. Elijah opened a jug of water and dumped the contents over Westley’s head. He inhaled with the shock of the cold but just took in water up his nose and down his throat. He thrashed his head around, trying to get out from under the water until finally the jug ran empty.

    Westley coughed up the water and choked for air. Fuck! That had been worse than all the punches, kicking, and slaps combined. Worse, he was now fully aware. The hope to slip into a blissful void was lost to him.

    That’s it, now just tell us what we want to know and I’ll let you go.

    Westley scowled and turned away. They wouldn’t release him. He wasn’t dumb enough to believe a hunter would offer mercy. And even if the old man was being truthful, Westley wouldn’t say a thing. No way were they going to make this wolf howl.

    He moved his tongue around inside his mouth, collecting blood and a good lot of saliva before he spat his load into the old man’s face. Fuck you.

    The snickering behind him abruptly stopped, and the hands holding Westley’s arms in place tightened. Blunt fingers dug into his skin and making him grunt with the pain.

    Elijah calmly reached into his jacket pocket, produced a clean handkerchief, and wiped his face. He threw the wasted cloth away, stared for one second longer at Westley, sighed, and punched him in the eye.

    An explosion of white

    Enjoying the preview?
    Page 1 of 1