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    Misty Moon: Book 1: Misty Moon, #1
    Misty Moon: Book 1: Misty Moon, #1
    Misty Moon: Book 1: Misty Moon, #1
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    Misty Moon: Book 1: Misty Moon, #1

    By Ella Price

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    Badass Kylie has attitude, sass, and knows how to find trouble……. and to top it off … she's a werewolf! Due to her rebellious nature, Kylie is forced to be a part of her father's pack and nothing is what it seems. Not knowing who to trust in a world of mortal and immortal, she finds herself betrayed and deceived. Fighting for her life, fighting for what's right, and fighting for what she wants … she is entangled in a world that she may never escape.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherElla Price
    Release dateOct 10, 2017
    ISBN9781386846512
    Misty Moon: Book 1: Misty Moon, #1
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    Ella Price

    I have been writing since I was eight. I started out with poetry. Eventually, I moved on to short fantasy stories, then eventually books. I have always loved books, whether I was reading them or writing them. Books have always been a perfect escape from reality. When I was growing up, I admired authors and I always imagined I would eventually be one. The primary genre I write is fantasy romance. I love creating tough heroines and sexy vampires, werewolves, Fae, and every other supernatural creature I can come up with. I also write new adult romance when I am in the right mood. I want my readers to get the same joy from reading my stories that I do when I read some of my favorite authors.

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      Misty Moon - Ella Price

      Chapter 1

      My mother stood in front of my bed and glared down at me. I was making it a point to ignore her. I was eighteen now ... I didn’t have to listen to anything she said.

      You are going with your father whether you are packed or not. He will be here in an hour. So, if you want to take your things, I suggest you get packing, she growled.

      I’m not going, I said absently as I flipped through a magazine.

      You are going! I’m tired of your behavior! You need to be in a pack where you can be taught responsibility and respect! She stormed off without giving me a chance to reply.

      I just rolled my eyes and looked back down at the magazine. If I was a human, being eighteen would be enough to be on my own, but I wasn’t. I was a lycanthrope or as some would say a werewolf. Werewolves were not considered adults until their twenty first birthday. It had always just been my mother and me. She separated from her pack when I was born. She hated packs and now she was sending me to one. My father lived in a pack in the middle of nowhere. I wasn’t looking forward to going, and I was going to do everything I could to protest.

      The pack hierarchy was annoying. There was a head male who ruled like a king. The others had to do as he said when he said. Sometimes he had a mate, and she was usually the head female, but not always. Sometimes another female would be the head female and would only answer to the head male. Packs had ranking fights to determine each wolf’s rank. It was like they were living in the Dark Ages. I wasn’t looking forward to it. If you didn’t rank high up, then you were a pee on. I liked not answering to anyone and being a lone wolf. My mother, on the other hand, was tired of me not answering to anyone, so she was going to punish me by sending me to live with my father.

      My door opened and my father walked in. He looked as stern as the last time I saw him. I hadn’t seen him in almost two years. Most of the time, he would call and check on me and that was about it. He was tall and broad giving him a menacing appearance. I knew he was the pack second. That was about the only thing I had going for me ... my father wasn’t a pee on. I looked just like him. I had his curly, golden blond hair and ice blue eyes. There was no mistaking that I was his daughter.

      I glared at him. You could knock. I was intentionally trying to be a pain in the ass.

      He raised his eyebrows in annoyance. I see why your mother called me. Let’s go, Kylie.

      I sat up, holding his gaze. I’m not going. I don’t want to go to your stupid pack, I snapped.

      His expression darkened. You don’t have a choice, and I don’t have the time to fight with you.

      Then don’t fight ... just leave. I stood up and turned away from him.

      He caught me by my wrist and pulled me toward him. You can go easily, or I can force you. I prefer we not get off on the wrong foot, Kylie. His tone suggested he wasn’t playing with me.

      I glared at him. I wasn’t going to be pushed around. I was too stubborn and arrogant to allow that. I pulled away from him and he retaliated by smacking me. I hated that wolves who lived in packs were always ready to fight. My temper was getting the better of me. I swung at him and caught him in the jaw. He collapsed to the floor, and I stood there stunned. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t think I could knock him out, and I definitely didn’t want to be there when he woke up.

      I hurried out of the room and down the stairs. I hesitated when I saw my mother and another large male wolf standing at the base of the stairs. He noticed me before my mother did, and I froze. He was one of the most gorgeous men I’d ever seen, and it startled me a little. He was easily over six feet tall and broad. His skin had a natural copper tan. He had wavy, shoulder-length, black hair and green eyes.

      Kylie where is your father? My mother’s voice caught my attention, so I shifted my gaze to her. She knew me better than anyone, and I knew she sensed something wrong.

      Umm ... I started not sure what I should say. I wasn’t counting on my father bringing backup.

      Kylie! my father bellowed from my room. He was awake, and I needed to get the hell out of there.

      I cussed as I jumped over the stair railing, then I took off running. I ran through the back of the house toward the back door. I could hear someone behind me, but I refused to give up so easily. I grabbed the door handle, but before I could turn the knob I was thrown back into the table and chairs. I scrambled to my feet. The male who was standing at the base of the stairs with my mother was blocking my path to the door.

      Kylie! My mother yelled storming into the kitchen. My father followed her looking just as pissed off as she did.

      I’m not going! I growled.

      Oh yes ... you are. I don’t care if I have to bound, gag, and toss you in the trunk of the damn car; you are going! My father was past talking, he was now yelling.

      I scowled as I looked at the other male trying to determine if it would be worth it to attempt to go through him. He watched me, amusement glittering in his eyes. I wouldn’t.

      I looked back at my parents and they looked determined. I decided to go for it, it wasn’t like I had much to lose. I lunged for the back door but as soon as I moved, the male blocking the door was on me. We fell to the floor, and I rolled so I was facing him. I brought my knee up catching him in the crotch. He cussed and raised his fist. His fist coming down was the last thing I saw before everything went black.

      Chapter 2

      I woke up and I felt horrible. I felt drained of all my energy. I had never once felt like this. Being a lycanthrope made feelings like this impossible, unless I was severely injured. I was lying across the backseat. My father was in the passenger seat, and the other guy was driving. I felt like there was a heavy weight around my neck. I reached up and cussed when my fingertips burned from whatever I touched; it had to be silver. That explained the loss of energy. My kind didn’t do well with silver. Packs used it to control younger wolves, and I had a feeling that was what the silver around my neck was for.

      Get it off, I growled as I sat up.

      My father spoke without even looking at me. No. You gave us no choice by attacking us.

      I was no threat to them now. The silver necklace would basically make me human. I had no strength, and I couldn’t heal if I was wearing it. Most of the necklaces were made so only someone immune to silver could take them off. The other male looked at me through the rearview mirror, and I looked away. This is bullshit, I muttered.

      My father turned in his seat and looked at me. What is bullshit is the fact that you’re so uncontrollable that I have to come get you, and then you attack me and Dominic. 

      You started it! I countered.

      He glared at me, making sure I knew he wasn’t happy with me. I’m your father! You’re not an adult in my eyes until you turn twenty-one! 

      I felt like a little girl being chided, and I didn’t like it. Whatever, I grumbled. I slumped down in my seat as I looked out the window. This was going to be a very long ride.

      I didn’t speak the entire ride, and it seemed like it was taking forever. Werewolves did things opposite of humans. We were awake at night, and we slept during the day. Dominic drove until around eight in the morning, then he pulled into a cheap motel. My father lived all the way across the country, so we wouldn’t be there until early the next morning. 

      Dominic turned the car off and opened the door. We can clean up and get some sleep, then get back on the road. He climbed out without waiting for anyone to reply. 

      My father looked at me. You better not cause any problems, or I’m going to hand you over to Dominic and let him reprimand you.

      I scoffed. What is he your boyfriend or something? I knew he wasn’t; it just irritated male werewolves to say that. It was very rare for a werewolf to be gay because of the animal instinct to reproduce. The only time it really happened was when a werewolf was created by turning a human instead of being born one.

      My father shook his head in annoyance. I swear, Kylie. He climbed out of the car. He opened my door and yanked me out of the back seat. Dominic is our pack leader.

      Your pack leader, I countered as he guided me toward the hotel by my arm.

      Dominic came out of the office and handed my father a key card. Get me if you need anything. He turned and walked to his own room.

      My dad led me to our room and unlocked the door. It was a room with twin beds. I sat down on the closest bed and looked around. I don’t have any clothes or anything.

      That’s your fault. Watch TV. I’m going to shower, he

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