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    The Wolf's Call. Two-Natured London 1.
    The Wolf's Call. Two-Natured London 1.
    The Wolf's Call. Two-Natured London 1.
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    The Wolf's Call. Two-Natured London 1.

    By Susanna Shore

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    “Are you trying to intimidate me, Mr Green?” she asked calmly, refusing to lean back.
    “Yes, I am,” he answered. He pressed his hands on the armrests of her chair and leaned closer to her face, never breaking the eye contact. “Is it working?” Closing in the short distance, he kissed her.

    Having been raised by humans-first parents, Charlotte Thornton is completely unprepared for a man like Raphael Green, a wolf-shifter. After a lifetime of controlling herself, the onslaught of emotions he causes in her, both lust and aggravation, seem like too much to handle. Unlike human men around her, Rafe is not weak. But neither is she, and Rafe is about to learn it. She finds herself drawn to him unlike any man before, only to learn that he won't date humans. But what if she weren't a human?

    Rafe never thought he would pursue a human, let alone a woman as dominant as Charly, but his wolf side has other ideas. For a shifter, ignoring their beast's choice is practically impossible, but he will try; his brother's marriage is enough of a warning. But as he is drawn to her with a maddening lust, it becomes difficult to prevent his wolf from putting out its call for her. Then her life is threatened and everything changes.

    From the high-end neighbourhood of London to peaceful countryside, their enemies hunt them. Time for making up their minds is running out.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSusanna Shore
    Release dateNov 26, 2015
    ISBN9789527061138
    The Wolf's Call. Two-Natured London 1.
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    Susanna Shore

    Susanna Shore is a historian turned author. She writes Two-Natured London paranormal romance series, P.I. Tracy Hayes mysteries, The Reed Files crime capers, and House of Magic paranormal cozies, as well as stand-alone thrillers and contemporary romances.

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    • 4/5
      A different take on wolf shifters. Romantic, but the intimate scenes are skimmed over.
    • 3/5
      Ok book, nothing too exiting or angsty. Will probably read next book in the series although it's not too memorable.
      Lots of unfinished questions that are not necessarily tied to any sequels
    • 3/5
      I enjoyed this short story. I dont love werewolf books, the tend to be too gory and way too much testosterone for me. I like this take on it. I enjoyed the dynamics of the characters. At one point our MC refuses to obey the alpha and instead of him going berserk and showing he's the top dog he ask his brother (the MCs mate) for help. I liked this dynamic alot more. The concept of the wolf having its own small identity was interesting too. For a quick read it wasn't bad

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    The Wolf's Call. Two-Natured London 1. - Susanna Shore

    THE WOLF’S CALL

    Two-Natured London 1

    Susanna Shore

    The Wolf’s Call. Two-Natured London 1.

    Copyright © 2015 A. K. S. Keinänen

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    The moral right of the author has been asserted.

    No part of this book may be reproduced, translated, or distributed without permission, except for brief quotations in critical articles and reviews.

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, dialogues and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, organisations or persons, living or dead, except those in public domain, is entirely coincidental.

    Published by Crimson House Books at Smashwords.

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    This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your favourite e-book retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    Cover © 2020 A. K. S. Keinänen

    Editing: Lee Burton, Ocean’s Edge Editing

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    Table of Contents

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Chapter Eleven

    Chapter Twelve

    Chapter Thirteen

    Chapter Fourteen

    Chapter Fifteen

    Chapter Sixteen

    Chapter Seventeen

    Chapter Eighteen

    Chapter Nineteen

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    Chapter One

    It was surprisingly quiet in the vast open office of Latimer & Holby Solicitors considering that six lawyers were doing their best there to keep the firm at the top of their game. Only the occasional shuffling of papers, clicking of keyboards, and quiet murmur of a low male voice having a phone conversation at the other end of the room broke the silence.

    The unobtrusive atmosphere sprang partly out of respect and partly from a clever office design that made a traditional City chamber out of a modern Canary Wharf business hotel. The workstations had enough space between them to make each of them a small island, three on both sides of an aisle that cut through the office from the front door to the back. Freestanding hardwood bookcases and filing cabinets surrounded each islet on three sides; on the fourth, large potted plants covered the view to the aisle.

    The only potential source of noise was a huge flat-screen TV mounted on the wall by a sofa group near the door, high enough for everyone to see what was on. Today, a twenty-four-hour BBC news channel broadcasted live from the House of Commons, where a heated debate seemed to be going on. The sound was muted, however, so the exact content was unknown to the people in the office.

    Charlotte Thornton, Charly to herself, didn’t need to hear the discussion to know what it was about. The debate on whether or not the two-natured races—vampires, shifters, and sentients—were eligible to stand for elections had been going on for days. The same debate sprang up every now and then in the Parliament, usually after some other country took up the issue.

    The arguments for and against remained the same too. Vampires and shifters weren’t human, so humans couldn’t allow them to decide on national issues; however, they were allowed to vote so they should be allowed to stand too. It would be dangerous to let vampires in the Parliament because they could influence humans unfairly with their magic. On the other hand, vampires had influenced politics and politicians for millennia as grey eminences anyway and it was high time they were made to do it openly. Shifters were violent brutes unable to grasp the finer points of politics; yet shifters were perfectly capable of getting PhDs so they could handle politics just fine.

    Some clever person had even argued that if vampires and shifters got a say in human matters, humans should get a vote in vampire courts and shifter clans. This was countered with the traditional argument about taxes: the two-natureds paid human taxes so they should get to decide where the money went. Of course, if humans didn’t want their money… Since everyone knew vampires were rich beyond imagination, the argument usually died right there.

    All six lawyers in the office knew that the debate wouldn’t lead to a positive conclusion for the two-natureds this time either—it would be a political suicide for any MP to vote for them—but in deference to their profession they kept the TV on. Who knew, perhaps something new would happen this time round.

    Already, one MP had suggested that sentients, a two-natured breed that was almost absent from the UK, should be invited in the Parliament to monitor the other two races, but that had been met with fierce opposition from vampires and shifters alike. They had a living memory of the last time sentients had colluded with humans to control shifters and vampires. It had led to a reign of terror during which sentients ousted what was essentially their own kind for execution. A devastating war between the two-natured people had followed that only ended when vampires banished sentients to the Americas in 1827. To humans that was ancient history and, in their opinion, wounds should have healed by now. But it wasn’t so for the long-living two-natureds. So the debate went on.

    Charly had stopped paying attention to the debate a while ago. Secretly, she thought that most two-natureds didn’t even want to become openly involved with human politics and that they were only arguing for the argument’s sake. But she also believed that times had changed and vampires and shifters couldn’t hide behind the scenes anymore, as if they didn’t exist. In a world of instant information, with a press that tended to dig out every little detail about their leaders, a known association with vampires could topple a politician. It would serve everyone better if things were done openly.

    Then again, she didn’t really know what those with a second nature thought of the human-ruled world around them. Her father had made sure that she went to an all-human school, joined humans-only clubs in Oxford, and didn’t take any courses in two-natured law there or during her pupillage in Lincoln’s Inn prior to being called to the Bar. If there had been non-humans around her, she hadn’t been privy to it, let alone to their way of thinking.

    Her father’s meddling hadn’t ended there. He had recently made the chambers in which she had been practicing terminate her tenancy when he learned that the QC there allowed them to take cases that involved non-humans. She still didn’t know how Wilfred Thornton had managed to pull that off, but it infuriated her to no end.

    In an act of defiance, only one of many during her thirty-two-years’ war with her father, she hadn’t accepted the position he had arranged for her as a lawyer in one of the bigger banking firms in the City, but had chosen Latimer & Holby Solicitors instead. It lacked the excitement of criminal law, but at least she was fairly sure her father had no influence here—for the moment anyway—so she was trying to enjoy it for as long as she could.

    The only reason her father hadn’t interfered yet was because her new employer didn’t have any known associations with the two-natureds. How he could always tell, she had no idea, because the one-natureds had no means for detecting those with the second nature around them.

    She sensed someone pause by her desk. Annoyed for the interruption, she looked up from a complicated contract she had been perusing the whole morning to see her boss. She was on a tight schedule so she hoped Mr Latimer, a stocky and autocratic man in his early sixties, would state his business quickly.

    Then his aftershave hit her senses and a sharp pain stabbed her behind the eyes, a prelude to one of her migraines. She was oversensitive to scents, something she had suffered from all her life, to her mother Great’s great displeasure, because it had prevented Greta Thornton from wearing her favourite perfume while Charly still lived at home.

    She had only been with the firm for a month, so her colleagues hadn’t got used to her requirements yet, and the onslaught of various scents hit her every morning when she came to work. It had forced her to adopt a schedule where she arrived before everyone else and was the last to leave at the end of the day, the idea being that the air-conditioning would clear the air before she had to walk through the office again. For a further measure, she had a small air-cleanser by her desk that kept her immediate workspace scent-free.

    Struggling to contain the growing pain, it took her a moment to understand what Mr Latimer was saying to her. There’s a new client coming over in ten minutes and I need you to make us some coffee.

    If ever a mere sentence could end a budding migraine, this one was it. I’m sorry, what? She might be the newest lawyer with the firm, but she wasn’t a pupil. She didn’t take photocopies for others, run errands, or make coffee on command.

    You heard me. Mrs Jones is at a dentist’s and there is no one else. So hurry up, there’s a good girl.

    She looked around the vast office the six younger lawyers shared. Even if she hadn’t already known they were all present, she was able to see with one glance that she wasn’t the only person in the room. Then the last word Mr Latimer had used registered and she knew the difference between herself and the other five lawyers. She was a girl as opposed to men, judging by his patronizing tone.

    Her always-ready temper flared. She would have none of that. All her life she had struggled against her father’s old-fashioned ideas about women and their place in society, and as her life as a working woman—instead of a housewife her father wanted her to be—testified, she had won. Mr Latimer, while undoubtedly formidable, had nothing on her father as an opponent. He would learn personally why he had hired her in the first place.

    She straightened her spine, glad that she was closer to six feet tall and that her mother had insisted on modelling classes when she was a teenager, thus ensuring that she was never ashamed of her height. Sitting down, she cut a commanding presence; standing up, she was hard to dismiss, something she used to her full advantage in courtrooms.

    No, she said calmly, looking at him squarely. Inside, she was far from composed. She had a quick and furious temper that had manifested in uncontrollable rages when she was a child, but she had been taught to control herself to an extent that outwardly no one would be able to tell how angry she truly was. By now, the techniques she employed were automatic and she was able to concentrate on her boss’s reaction.

    The grey bushes Mr Latimer had for eyebrows shot up. Excuse me? His affronted expression was a poor imitation of that of her father’s and she had no trouble facing him. She just cocked a brow of her own, black and well groomed.

    I’m busy. Ask someone else to make it.

    Her boss was genuinely taken aback, as if it hadn’t even occurred to him that she might refuse. But it’ll only take five minutes.

    Then you’ll have time to make it yourself.

    She would not back down. She was the only woman in the office apart from Mrs Jones, the secretary. If she didn’t stand her ground she would be reduced to being a woman instead of an equal, let alone the superior she one day intended to be. She had experienced this before; luckily, she had backbone to deal with it. She waited for her boss’s reaction, and wasn’t disappointed.

    I’m ordering you to make the coffee, Miss Thornton.

    I’m afraid you can’t do that, sir. She kept her tone dry and official. You can only ask politely and then turn to someone else after I tell you I haven’t got time for a task unrelated to my job description. She nodded towards her colleagues.

    But they’re… he paused, realising the slippery slope he was on. But she wasn’t about to let him off easy.

    They’re what, sir? This time she let some of the steel inside her come through in her voice.

    Busy too, he finished feebly.

    She glanced at the men who were all suddenly trying to pretend they hadn’t been listening to the argument with great interest. This wouldn’t make her popular with them, but she was used to that too. Men didn’t like women who were stronger-willed than them and who weren’t afraid to show it. That she had a stronger will than these men, they had established already during her first two weeks with the firm, much to the men’s dismay.

    She didn’t care. She had strength in abundance. It had put her through the Lincoln’s Inn when her father had refused to give her a place in the family firm after she’d finished her studies in Oxford. It may have wreaked havoc on her love life that she refused to submit to a man’s will simply by virtue of his gender, but one thing was certain: being only a woman would not be part of her repertoire. That included being asked to make coffee simply because she was the only person around with breasts.

    Oh, well. I guess you’ll have to make the coffee yourself after all. She shrugged, as if it wasn’t such a big deal.

    I am not here for making coffee, Mr Latimer practically growled, but she wasn’t impressed. She looked him straight in the eyes, letting him see her resolve.

    Neither am I, sir.

    Understanding flashed in his eyes, but he wouldn’t just give up and she actually respected him for it. What would it take to get you make the coffee here?

    She had an answer ready. Thousand pounds more a month and a contract where it states that making coffee is part of my responsibilities.

    Mr Latimer practically spurted in surprise. Thousand pounds a month for making coffee?

    Charly smiled slowly. It was time for the coup de grâce. No. I’ll make coffee for free. You pay five hundred pounds for assigning me a demeaning menial task even though I’m the best-educated and most experienced younger lawyer here. The rest is compensation for being forced to submit to out-dated gender stereotypes.

    Mr Latimer blinked a couple of times. Then his anger rose. I could fire you.

    And face the lawsuit that would follow? She held her gaze steady. She was not afraid of being fired. She thrived on challenges like this. If she was given smaller clients for a while as punishment, it would only leave her with more time on her hands to set things straight around here.

    Mr Latimer must have noticed the excited gleam in her eyes, because he harrumphed in anger and turned to the man across the aisle to her. Mr Brooke. You make the coffee then, and be quick about it. Don’t think I didn’t notice the solitaire you hid when you saw me coming. Gary Brooke shot up to fulfil the command and Mr Latimer disappeared into his office.

    She stretched, satisfied. This new job might not be as exciting as being a barrister had been, but for the first time since starting, she’d had a chance to stretch her metaphysical claws. She needed a good battle every now and then or she became impossible to be around.

    She took a deep breath and a

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