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    Awakening-Wendy
    Awakening-Wendy
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    Awakening-Wendy

    By Claudy Conn

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    What would you do if you awoke and found you were wolfen?
    Wendy runs. She doesn't want to hurt her loved ones and she needs to get control of the violence inside of her.
    She was bitten by the alpha wolf, Cain, and because she was already a supernatural, the werewolf venom has a strange and devastating effect on her.

    Tracking her is her Fae Prince, Bray who is determined to save her and find a remedy for the painful condition of turning with each moon. With him are her brother and her friend Kate.
    Together, they fight an evil force, Cain, who is so much more than he represented himself to be. He wants and means to infiltrate the Human Realm, town by town and insinuate himself as the leading power.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherClaudy Conn
    Release dateFeb 2, 2016
    ISBN9781310790751
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    Claudy Conn

    New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Claudy Conn is a multi published author who got her start with her bestselling historical/regency romances.She tells us that she fell in love with the fantasy/paranormal genre and created a world of paranormal.She hopes you will read and enjoy and join her on her facebook where she loves to interact with her readers.page.http://www.facebook.com/pages/Claudy-Conn-Paranormal-Romance-Author/135826686471445

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      Awakening-Wendy - Claudy Conn

      Awakening—Wendy

      Books by Claudy Conn

      available at smashwords.com

      Awakening Series

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      Awakening—Wendy

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      Claudy Conn

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      Awakening—Wendy

      By Claudy Conn

      http://www.claudyconn.com

      Copyright © 2016 by Claudy Conn

      Edited by: Karen Babcock

      Cover Artist: Kendra Egert

      All rights reserved

      Published in the United States of America

      Smashwords edition

      February 2016

      Unedited excerpt of Awakening—Cain

      Copyright © 2016 by Claudy Conn

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook 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 Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      Names, characters, and events depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author.

      No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author.

      Contents

      Awakening—Wendy

      Copyright

      Prologue

      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

      Chapter Twenty

      Epilogue

      Excerpt: Awakening—Cain (unedited)

      Prologue

      About Claudy Conn

      More about Claudy Conn’s Books

      ~ Prologue ~

      Wendy

      TIME IS A RELATIVE thing. Life was slipping away—my life as I knew it. Too quick for me to fathom what was happening, and what was happening was a life-trap.

      My brother, Stevie, had been bitten by Cain, the alpha werewolf who had been causing chaos and havoc in our peaceful little town of Golden in the Rockies of Canada.

      He had been bitten.

      We all knew what that meant. I knew what that meant. I had to get him away from there—from Cain—and fast.

      All around me wails of agony, cries, and shouts of terror and pain exploded the atmosphere into a pandemonium of horror. I screamed my brother’s name and bent to him, as Cain shouted a long, vile stream of curses not at me but at his pack, and they were being torn to shreds and eaten right before our eyes.

      I couldn’t believe what came out of his mouth. No empathy. No pity. Just demands that they do more to defeat his enemies, insults when they weren’t fast enough to throw themselves between him and danger. I had reason to hate his pack, but I felt a well of pity for their torturous cries before death took them.

      This was Cain’s pack. He should feel something for them. A werewolf is loyal to the death for his pack.

      Kate’s spell had worked. The spiders she had enlarged with her magic were at her command taking on the villainous crew of werewolves and putting an end to them.

      Cain was angry at his loss, but he had no care for anything but himself.

      I turned my attention back to Stevie.

      I have a great deal of strength because of my supernatural qualities. I am both a Fios and a Druid priestess, but I think it was more adrenaline than supernatural strength that enabled me to lump Stevie over my shoulder.

      I had to run, but it wasn’t easy with Stevie’s weight bearing down on me. He is tall and muscular, but I had to get him safely out of this horrible scene.

      "Wendy … I will make you wolfen, soon, very soon," Cain shouted after me as I hobbled off with my brother. I didn’t look back but just kept trudging on, bent nearly in half with Stevie’s limp body slung over me.

      I had Fios speed, a supernatural speed, and that was what I drew on as I picked up my pace. The sound of a car engine drew my attention, and I glanced toward the revved-up machine.

      It was Cain’s SUV.

      He was seated behind the wheel and evidently meant to scurry off like a coward. He is a coward, I reminded myself. He drove off, his vehicle careening from side to side of the dirt road as he escaped the slaughter of his pack.

      The giant spiders—Kate’s spiders—were everywhere, killing and eating. Blood and gore covered the landscape, and it was horrendous. Yes, these particular werewolves were the most wicked of their kind, but I didn’t blame them. I blamed—and rightly so—their alpha, Cain.

      He had left his pack to die while he escaped. He disgusted me—more than anything else, this turned my stomach. "You creep, I called after him. You cowardly creep!"

      I had to get Stevie away and fast, because I could see those hairy black legs of the spiders at my back and way too close for comfort. Kate had said she had programmed them not to attack me or Stevie, but even so, eeew … just too close. Also, would they sense the wolf’s blood now in Stevie and go after him?

      I weaved through the thick of the trees, tripped on a root, and went down with my brother landing heavily on top of me. He rolled off, grunted, and fell back into unconsciousness. Damn, damn, damn. I had to get him out of here.

      As I tried to drag him up into position and carry him once more, Cain’s vehicle crunched and spit out gravel and loomed into my view. When he jumped out, he was about fifty feet away. He clenched and unclenched his fists and growled at me. He looked insane.

      What the hell, Wendy? I yelled at myself. You couldn’t keep your mouth shut? You had to call him a coward. Now look what you’ve done.

      He spurted forward toward us, and all I could do was stand between him and my brother.

      I should have realized: he hadn’t come back for Stevie.

      He slammed into me, throwing me off balance, and I went down hard.

      Before I was able to get up and jump out of his way, he was on me, straddling me, laughing maniacally and screaming for all the world to hear, "My mate!"

      As his canines dug into my neck, as I felt his poison enter my bloodstream and arched with pain, so much pain, I screamed out, BRAY!

      * * * * *

      Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a huge and deadly spider making its way toward us. It was after Cain.

      Kate’s spell made the spiders seek out Cain’s pack—his werewolves and him. I hadn’t been in any danger from it, but now we both were.

      Cain had his back to the spider, and I closed my eyes, hoping it would take him, praying this would end him.

      He must have sensed something coming for him.

      Werewolves have a spidery sense. No pun meant here—too serious now to feel witty. He jumped off me, laughed that ugly laugh of his, and loped off for his SUV. He hopped inside, and a moment later his tires crunched gravel once more as he made his escape.

      I sat up and put my hands to my head as I watched the spider stop. Eight eyes seemed to rotate in its awful head. Its fangs clicked, and then it turned and sorted out another werewolf victim.

      One thought overrode all others: like Stevie … I had been bitten.

      I could feel the werewolf venom surging far too quickly through my veins … also, something else—something more than werewolf venom. What was that?

      What would happen to Stevie and me? Would Stevie turn—would I?

      It wasn’t an altogether stupid question. He was the son of a Druid high priest. Druids get their powers and magic from the Fae, or so the legend goes. Would that magic prohibit werewolf venom from taking over and turning us?

      As a male, Stevie hadn’t inherited the Fios gene. We don’t know why, but we knew that other than the original Fios, who was a male, all have been females. However, I was also the daughter of that same Druid high priest. What would that mean for me?

      Druids had powers but were not exactly supernaturals. They were human and lived a human lifespan; thus, my Druid and Fios were never at war with one another.

      Would we turn—or would I die fighting the venom inside me now?

      A Fios by her very nature would not tolerate another supernatural’s blood in her system.

      It was said that a Fios bitten by a werewolf would in all probability die. With that thought deep in my brain, I heard my Fios weeping. Well, was that my answer? I probably wasn’t going to make it.

      And I had no one to blame but myself.

      This was all my fault. I should have waited for Bray. I should have had the sense and the patience to wait for Bray to return.

      I should have realized this had all been an elaborate trick.

      I had come to meet Cain, thinking he held my parents hostage. I was wrong. Cain had never had my parents. I hadn’t a clue where they were, but I knew beyond any doubt that he didn’t have them.

      As I tried to help Stevie, I began to falter. Was I caving? Oh, no. I had to fight this. I simply had to fight this. Bray … find us, Bray.

      And then everything went black.

      ~ One ~

      MY BLOOD DRIVES ME forward—toward him.

      I have an overwhelming need to obey him—after all, he’s my sire, and that fact demands I answer his call. Ah, but my hatred of him helps my inner fight as turmoil takes its toll.

      The need to respond to my sire has already pushed me in his direction more than I want to go. His call has taken me away from the people I love.

      I’m experiencing an instability of mind and body. I can’t let go of who I have always been. I am Wendy—a daughter, a sister, mated to my beloved Bray. I won’t let go of that knowledge in spite of the fact that I am also a werewolf in full wolfen form.

      Blatant need courses through my gut.

      It’s awful, that need … it’s nearly more than I can bear. It goes against everything I have always believed in. I can’t allow a need, even one so commanding and overwhelming, to destroy who I am.

      Cain is in my head. His voice demands I obey and go to him.

      My blood has already pronounced him my sire.

      My brain wants to take the easy way out and relinquish itself to my wolf. I am tired of the fight. I am fatigued in body and mind, but one mantra comes through: I am Wendy.

      I repeat this over and over. I remind myself that Cain is a murdering beast. I concentrate on the hatred I have for him and for the destruction he has wrought in my family, in my town.

      That mantra has kept his commands in check … a little.

      I go into the part of my brain that holds my memories, and it is painful.

      I know Bray found us, Stevie and me. I know and remember that much. I also remember the agony of turning wolf. I nearly went mad with pain. I can remember my bones breaking and reforming. I want to forget that.

      I have tried to think it all out. I am trying to outrun the power of the moon, because I know that with each passing night it should be easier to disobey him.

      My wolf is in a frenzy. She is born of violence and pain and wants to rip into anything alive and tear it apart. I don’t know how I have maintained control. It takes extreme effort every single minute I am on the run.

      How is it I didn’t die? I should be dead. A Fios cannot tolerate another’s supernatural’s blood mixed with her own—at least that’s what I’ve been taught. Evidently, nothing in this world is absolute.

      I have to keep thinking like Wendy. I have to keep questioning my present condition if I’m going to subdue the wolf in me. I won’t let the savage beast burning to take over get its way. I can’t. I won’t.

      I keep reminding myself that I am Wendy and I have a family. I have friends—Kate in particular, an immortal and powerful witch who will see me through this. Most of all, I have my beloved, my very own Fae prince—Bray.

      I have Bray—Bray, who has always been there for me and my family, even before we declared ourselves to each other. Bray, whom I have loved all my life.

      He will find me and make this right. Why did I run from them?

      I know the answer. It’s because in the moment of turning, when I first became wolfen, the need to kill had been overwhelming. I ran to spare them hurt. I ran to spare myself the torture of watching them look at me in horror.

      I have to fight the she-wolf inside me demanding more than the body. She has my body: I’m in wolf form. Now, that she-wolf wants my mind, my soul.

      I’m not going to give it to her.

      I understand so much now. A werewolf’s viciousness comes from the pain of turning. It is an agony that goes on and on during the slow process of bones breaking and reforming, muscles twisting, organs stretching and bursting.

      It is a wonder the humans survive to ever return, but they do, and they dread the next moon. Cain gives his pack the freedom of never turning with pain again. He’s made them into shifters with his magic. Of course they follow him.

      I blot out the memory of the agony of turning. I blot out the savageness I felt, the need to lash out that the werewolf’s turning demands.

      But still I remember the sounds that came from my mouth during the process. My mouth? No longer a human mouth. No longer human lips or tongue. Canines. My teeth were canines.

      And after the pain subsided … afterward, I stood on all fours.

      I was a huge wolf, panting and in need … then Cain had swept into my mind and demanded I come to him. He had that power, has it still. Cain is my sire.

      My body and mind burn with conflict. How can it not? I try to bury the wolf deep inside, but it rages on, insinuating itself even as I repeat a mantra and refuse to cave to his call.

      As these thoughts trickle through my mind and keep the wolf at bay—or so I thought—I realize all at once that I’ve covered ground in his direction. I’m heading in Cain’s direction. How did that happen? I have to get control of the

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