The Wolf Moon (an erotic paranormal romance) (The Wolf Ring) by Meg Harris Page B

Graeme’s fangs dug into the side of Arthur’s
neck, finding a grip and holding on, pressing the other wolf to the earth. Not
a death grip, but inescapable… and painful. Arthur gave voice to the pain in a
series of yelps.
    Graeme snarled,
shaking the other wolf as if he were a mouse. Arthur yelped more, and rolled
over slightly, showing his furry belly in a gesture of submission.
    Graeme knew it
would be an easy matter to readjust his grip slightly, and rip out the other
wolf’s throat, or disembowel him. His instincts urged him to kill—to kill the
wolf who’d hurt his mate, and tried to claim her as his own. To
avenge his mate’s tragic loss. To kill the coward who’d so willingly
attacked a half-shifted man who was unable to properly defend himself.
    But he wasn’t
just a wolf. He was also a man. And despite the savage instincts surging inside
him, he didn’t want to kill Arthur unnecessarily. Because
that would make him a murderer.
    Just like
Arthur.
    He released the
other wolf, and Arthur crawled away on his belly, beaten and terrified. Still
whimpering, he slunk into the underbrush and vanished.
    Victorious,
Graeme lifted his head, surveying the other wolves. Apparently, he reflected,
he hadn’t needed the full moon to effect the complete change. The overpowering
need to protect his mate, to defend her, had been enough. He was a wolf now,
covered in dark gray fur. Not a mutant, but a wolf. A wolf who was also a man.
    Still in wolf
form, Rhea approached him, licking his jaw in an adoring gesture of affection
and submission. He sniffed her, finding that her wound was already healing.
Something inside him assured him that the members of the Ring had incredible
healing powers, and somehow he knew she would recover readily enough.
    The pendant , he thought in shocked wonderment. It’s telling me what I need to know .
    In this form,
the pendant wasn’t hanging around his neck. It had somehow become a part of
him. And yet he knew that when he shifted back, it would reappear… but he would
never be able to remove it again.
    Rhea stood by
his side, every line of her lupine body filled with pride and satisfaction, and
he looked over the pack. The Ring.
    His
Ring. He had defeated the leader, and that meant he was the alpha now.
    Spurred by
instinct, he lifted his head, and a long, eerie howl rose from his throat. The
rest of the pack lifted their heads as well, and a chorus of wolf song rang out
through the night.
    The sound filled
him with a strange and savage joy. He had a mate. A new
family. A new life. He knew nothing whatsoever
about what awaited him as a wolf, and wondered how much of his life he would
spend as a human, and how much as a wolf.
    Right now he had
more questions than answers. But at this moment, all that really mattered was
that he had Rhea by his side. She was his, forever… and he was hers.
    His life, he
thought, looking over the other wolves, had been utterly transformed tonight.
    And so had he.

 
    -The End-

 
 
    Read the other
books in the Wolf Ring series:
    The Wolf Ring
    The Wolf Hunger