Tia of the Moon
by Kate Hill
Series: Romantic Moments
Format(s): Ebook
Heat Level: Mild
Pairing(s): M/F
Genre/Themes: Werewolves, Lost Love, Urban Fantasy
Length: Short Story
Purchase Links: Amazon / Barnes & Noble / UBL
I dream of racing through the forest, free of human restraints. Am I losing my mind or finally finding my place in the world?
Sexy and mysterious, Caleb has come to remind me that some creatures can never be tamed.
Note: Tia of the Moon is a very short lost love werewolf romance with a mild heat level and some violence. This Romantic Moments story is the perfect length for a lunch break, before bed, or any time you want a quick, romantic read.
Excerpt
I called out sick at work and spent the morning at the zoo instead. Two wolves were being housed there on transit to a more natural environment.
They trotted along the perimeter of the pitifully tiny barred-off section of land. Their large paw prints marked the muddy patches of ground. With dark, silver-gray coats, narrow muzzles, and observant expressions, they were the most beautiful creatures I’d ever seen.
Glancing at them through the prison-like bars, I avoided their all-knowing amber eyes, not wanting to offend them with a direct stare. Briefly, accidentally, I met the female wolf’s gaze. I froze, transfixed. A breathy voice as old and strong as the wind spoke in my head. You understand us, sister. You’ve always been one of us, and it’s time to come home.
Beside me, ignorant people gawked and made stupid howling noises. The sight of two such noble creatures trapped by these fangless, hairless fools was intolerable. Disgusted, I turned to leave, nearly crashing into the chest of a man who had been standing so quietly behind me that I hadn’t noticed him.
“Excuse me.” I glanced up, my voice sounding strangely hollow compared to the sighing, wolf voices in my mind. I inhaled sharply at the intense, steel-colored eyes staring down at me. He wasn’t traditionally handsome, but he was stunning and bestial with lean lines and unruly tangles of dark hair that noticeably contradicted the conservative image of his expensive suit. The man’s very presence roared above the common, technology-dulled people around us.
“Beautiful, aren’t they?” His voice was a deep sigh on the summer wind. Like the wolves’ voices. The sound of it sent my heart racing.
A growl of desire rumbled in my throat. Startled by my reaction, I couldn’t answer. He smiled ever-so slightly, exposing the glistening tips of pointed, white teeth. Gasping, I stepped back, my eyes wide and straining to see the impossible. His smile broadened over gleaming yet normally shaped-teeth. My hallucination from a moment ago sent me racing to the parking lot and into my car. I sat for a moment, trembling and intensely aware of everything around me—the stench of gasoline from cars, the scent of various species trapped within the cages behind the high stone walls, and the sounds of collective heartbeats and voices.
I glanced around like a hunted rabbit, expecting the gray-eyed man to follow me through the crowd and flash his sharp-toothed grin, yet it wasn’t terror that chased me from his presence. It was something far worse.
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