Oath of the Warbear – The 5th and final book in the Nocturnal Voyeur Series – to be Released April 1st!

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How will Fiona and Mack escape from this?  Get the book April 1st to find out!

 

 

With a series of the same sounds of air rushing through a small hole, more of the pack arrived. Some were the man-wolf thing, others just wolves. Six in all, they fanned out around the roof in a rough semi circle around Fiona and the fallen form of Mack.
Fiona reached into the first aid kit and grabbed the pair of scissors, gripping them in her fist in a way she hoped looked threateningly defensive.
One of the man-wolves stepped forward and slowly, disgustingly, shifted into his human shape. Fiona fought down the bile that rose in the back of her throat as the man’s skin roiled and twisted, the mass of his flesh melting and changing as he became the naked form of the werewolf she called Cheekbones.
He smiled at her and licked his lips. “Yer like a little Florence Nightingale there, ain’tcha?” His voice oozed sarcasm while he scanned her up and down. “Thanks for being here, little dreamer, it saves us the time of having to hunt you down once we finish rippin’ the stuffing out of your teddy bear.”
His words brought forth wheezy laughter from the throats of the still canine pack. “Maybe I’ll make him into a rug. Our kids can play on it.”
“Leave us alone! What did we ever do to you?” Fiona tried to look defiant, but her eyes were filling with tears. There was no way she could take on a half a dozen werewolves. Even with Mack awake and healed, she had serious doubts about how a fight with this many of them would turn out.
“Macky boy there’s been a thorn in our side for a long time. See, our elders made a deal with him to get access to the dream realm. We use it to travel around, sneak up on our prey. Most of our kind can’t get there without help, so we play nice with old puddin’ there. Now, we found you, and the way I see it, we don’t need a bear no more, we got a spider of our own.”
“I won’t help you if you hurt him.”
“I wasn’t asking you to help. I like the idea of forcing you.”

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