they wanted. Together. Their love for one another was as obvious as their love for her. As hers for them.
Did they really need her as a fulcrum? Maybe not, but they needed her to complete the team. To complete them.
Addie wasn’t about to complain. Like Jett just said, there was no end to demonkind, so there was plenty of job security. And there was no complaining about the benefits. The kind every girl wanted, and exactly what Addie needed.
Two strong men, loving her. Holding her close. Forever.
Coming soon . . .
Turn the page for a preview of Wolf Tales 12 , the final chapter in the saga of the Chanku, on sale June 28 from Kensington Books !
And after that enjoy a bonus excerpt, the first chapter of DemonFire , the first book in the DemonSlayers series, available now from Kensington Books . . . .
Wolf Tales 12
Wolf Tales—the series that shocked readers with its explicit sex and powerful emotions even as it drew them into the dark and sensual world of the shapeshifting Chanku—is coming to a close. Read a first chapter excerpt of Wolf Tales 12, the final chapter in the saga of the Chanku.
Five years have passed since the Chanku managed to halt an attempt on the president's life. All is well, the packs are thriving, their numbers increasing, but something has Anton concerned. Some sense of danger he can't identify.
And then Lily, beautiful, brilliant, magical Lily, disappears, lost on the astral plane. In this final, searing episode, questions will be answered, a past no one expected is revealed, and the future of the Chanku is altered forever.
Chapter 1
Montana, Early August
He paused, raised his muzzle to the dark sky, and sniffed the subtle currents on the night air. The scent was there—faint, but still calling to him, even as the silent night, the gentle breeze, the resinous scent of pine and fir called.
His eyes narrowed and his ears pricked forward. Using all his senses—those of the wolf, those of the man within and those amazing Chanku senses—he tested the world around him.
This was where he belonged, in this wild, unforgiving place. This was home—the only home he wanted. The only place where he could truly be free.
But what good was freedom without his mate? What was the point? She didn’t run with him tonight. She hadn’t run with him for much too long.
A low whine sounded from the thick tangle of willows. Cautiously he sniffed the air again. The scent was stronger. Not his mate. No, but someone every bit as important. Someone he sought here in the forest, in the ripe hours balanced on the knife’s edge between darkness and dawning. Those perfect hours, when all about him slept.
Even the skitter of mice in the long grass, the squeak of bats overhead, the soft hoot of owls . . . even those sounds had faded away as all the woodland creatures went off to sleep, to hide, to mate . . . to celebrate another night of life before the rising of the sun.
But he was awake, and so was this other, the one who was his friend, his brother, his closest male companion. The one he loved above all other men. The one who called to him now.
Quite literally, in fact.
“Anton? Over here.”
Anton Cheval slowly turned in the direction of the soft call and blinked as Stefan Aragat rose to two feet. Despite the darkness, Anton saw his smile. Thank the Goddess for a man who smiled, even when all about them seemed so . . . what? How could it be, that he felt so dissatisfied?
Life was good. All was well, and yet . . .
Shifting, standing as a man beside his lover, Anton chuckled. “You couldn’t sleep, either?”
Stefan shook his head, ran long fingers through dark hair threaded with silver, and sighed dramatically. “Teething is the bane of parenthood.” His familiar dry sense of humor eased some of the odd tension stringing Anton tight as a bow.
“I did my fatherly duty,” Stef said, placing his right hand over his heart. “I spelled Xandi the
Did they really need her as a fulcrum? Maybe not, but they needed her to complete the team. To complete them.
Addie wasn’t about to complain. Like Jett just said, there was no end to demonkind, so there was plenty of job security. And there was no complaining about the benefits. The kind every girl wanted, and exactly what Addie needed.
Two strong men, loving her. Holding her close. Forever.
Coming soon . . .
Turn the page for a preview of Wolf Tales 12 , the final chapter in the saga of the Chanku, on sale June 28 from Kensington Books !
And after that enjoy a bonus excerpt, the first chapter of DemonFire , the first book in the DemonSlayers series, available now from Kensington Books . . . .
Wolf Tales 12
Wolf Tales—the series that shocked readers with its explicit sex and powerful emotions even as it drew them into the dark and sensual world of the shapeshifting Chanku—is coming to a close. Read a first chapter excerpt of Wolf Tales 12, the final chapter in the saga of the Chanku.
Five years have passed since the Chanku managed to halt an attempt on the president's life. All is well, the packs are thriving, their numbers increasing, but something has Anton concerned. Some sense of danger he can't identify.
And then Lily, beautiful, brilliant, magical Lily, disappears, lost on the astral plane. In this final, searing episode, questions will be answered, a past no one expected is revealed, and the future of the Chanku is altered forever.
Chapter 1
Montana, Early August
He paused, raised his muzzle to the dark sky, and sniffed the subtle currents on the night air. The scent was there—faint, but still calling to him, even as the silent night, the gentle breeze, the resinous scent of pine and fir called.
His eyes narrowed and his ears pricked forward. Using all his senses—those of the wolf, those of the man within and those amazing Chanku senses—he tested the world around him.
This was where he belonged, in this wild, unforgiving place. This was home—the only home he wanted. The only place where he could truly be free.
But what good was freedom without his mate? What was the point? She didn’t run with him tonight. She hadn’t run with him for much too long.
A low whine sounded from the thick tangle of willows. Cautiously he sniffed the air again. The scent was stronger. Not his mate. No, but someone every bit as important. Someone he sought here in the forest, in the ripe hours balanced on the knife’s edge between darkness and dawning. Those perfect hours, when all about him slept.
Even the skitter of mice in the long grass, the squeak of bats overhead, the soft hoot of owls . . . even those sounds had faded away as all the woodland creatures went off to sleep, to hide, to mate . . . to celebrate another night of life before the rising of the sun.
But he was awake, and so was this other, the one who was his friend, his brother, his closest male companion. The one he loved above all other men. The one who called to him now.
Quite literally, in fact.
“Anton? Over here.”
Anton Cheval slowly turned in the direction of the soft call and blinked as Stefan Aragat rose to two feet. Despite the darkness, Anton saw his smile. Thank the Goddess for a man who smiled, even when all about them seemed so . . . what? How could it be, that he felt so dissatisfied?
Life was good. All was well, and yet . . .
Shifting, standing as a man beside his lover, Anton chuckled. “You couldn’t sleep, either?”
Stefan shook his head, ran long fingers through dark hair threaded with silver, and sighed dramatically. “Teething is the bane of parenthood.” His familiar dry sense of humor eased some of the odd tension stringing Anton tight as a bow.
“I did my fatherly duty,” Stef said, placing his right hand over his heart. “I spelled Xandi the
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