A Jordan Abbey Novel Number 1
Werewolves are apex predators. So why does she feel like prey?
Territory, honor, the trust of her peers - Jordan Abbey has earned none of these from the supernatural residents of Rancho Robles. The werewolves shun Jordan as a creature without honor for siding with the vampires. The vampires dismiss Jordan as an unruly pet who needs to be kept on a much shorter leash. Chased out of the wilderness and not allowed to shift within the city, she is without any place for her inner wolf to run free.
Someone is killing the servants of vampires. Soon vampires themselves fall victim. Each attack is linked directly to Jordan, fueling rumors that she is working to undermine the vampires’ grip on the city. The werewolves dog her steps, harassing her whenever and wherever they can.
Then, in the heart of vampire territory, the corpse of a werewolf who bullied Jordan is discovered. The children of the Wolf and the Bat are ready to go to war, and Jordan is caught squarely in the crossfire. Can one woman prevent the annihilation of the only place she calls home?
Breathing heavily, she looked over the animal and then tilted her head back. She drew in a deep breath and let out a long victory howl.
Something slammed into her chest. She tumbled head over heels, landing on her back and unable to catch her breath. Snarls echoed in her ears. Teeth sank into her shoulders and flanks. Claws raked across her muzzle. She chomped down on a paw, and something yelped. A clawed foot slammed into her stomach as more bites scored her shoulders. While her attackers drew blood, they didn’t have the same ferocity as Rhys, her self-proclaimed mate she’d rejected. They meant to hurt—but not kill—her.READ MORE
Then a pair of jaws clamped around her neck, much like hers had the doe’s. Jordan went limp, offering no resistance. Her only movement was the rapid rise and fall of her chest. The scents of several werewolves mingled in the air, scents she couldn’t separate and identify. Footfalls thudded on the ground behind her. The only things filling her vision were the grass the deer had been cropping earlier and wispy edges of white fur out of the corner of her eye. Then a pair of bare feet stepped into her field of view, stopping in front of her. “Let her up,” said a deep male voice.
The wolf holding her growled but did not let go.
“Angela.” The displeasure was clear in his voice. “Let her up.”
For a second, the pressure of Angela’s jaws increased as if she was about to pop off her head in defiance. Then the pressure released, and she was let go. Jordan coughed and rolled onto her belly. She shook her head. A pure white wolf snarled in her ear, ready to strike. Two other gray-coated wolves flanked her, wearing similar expressions, although none were growling. But what was in front of her held most of her attention.
A bare pair of feet had stopped about a yard from her. Her eyes trailed up his well-formed calves and heavily muscled thighs. She tried to dart her gaze around his groin—she did not need to know the details of his anatomy currently on display—but she caught a peek.
His voice snapped her attention to his face. Alpha Shane, leader of the Black Oak Pack, frowned down at her. “Shift, chaos wolf. We need to have a discussion.”COLLAPSE