Desperate to escape the memories of the horrific acts committed against his former pack, Michael Vincent has spent the last year running as a lone, tormented wolf. Fearful for his weakening humanity he returns to human form, but chooses to live in solitude, deep in the Rochfort Mountains. Upon finding his mate—a human with no knowledge of his supernatural world or shameful past—a fragile hope slowly begins to ease the burden of the guilt he bears, daring him to reach for a brighter future. But the evil that splintered his former pack is casting its shadow anew and Michael is caught between protecting his mate and reuniting with his old pack as they brace to confront a terror they had thought long buried.
About the Author
Julie Embleton was born and raised in Ireland in a suburb at the foot of the Dublin Mountains. Despite being determined to become a Graphic Designer she never forgot the encouragement given by a teacher that had prompted her to begin writing during her early teens. Julie graduated from college with a degree in Graphic Design and then promptly left Ireland to find her fortune. Years later she came to realise that the fortune she sought was an urban legend, so returned home to Ireland where the weirdness of life had thrown her head first into the hotel industry. While continuing to experience the eye-opening education provided by hotel life she never stopped writing, and after doing so in secret for many, many years finally decided to brave a step into the literary world. She now lives by the sea with her amazing daughter and ridiculously cute cat and is happily buried in the creation of her next book.
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Morning dew covered the grass around a makeshift den of sticks, mud, and woven grass. Two kits toppled out of the den giggling and playfighting. A full grown she-cat followed them close behind. "Moon! Falcon! Don't go too far!" She called to her 2 moon old kits. "We won't, Mink!" They sang back in highpitched voices. Mink sat down and curled her mottled black and brown tail around her paws neatly. She wstched her two bundles of joy playing chase around a bush. Moon, a white she-kit with black spots on her face, tapped her brother on the shoulder and ran away again with Falcon on her tail. Falcon was a black tomkit who took after his father in fur color and body build. He grabbed Moon with sheathed claws and pinned her down. "Gotcha! Now it's your turn to catch me!" Moon sqealed in delight as she chased her brother into the reeds, out of the reeds, into the bush, and into the den. Mink purred pleased to see her kits playing so gleefully. It was only one more moon before the two kittens would have to prove themselves as rouge cats, and go out on their own for three moons.