The Lady in the Mist
(The Western Werewolf Legend, Book 1)
By Catherine Wolffe
Copyright 2013 Catherine Wolffe
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Other Books by Catherine Wolffe
Salvation's Secrets (The Loflin Legacy Prequel)
Comanche Haven (The Loflin Legacy Book 1)
Casey's Gunslinger (The Loflin Legacy Book 2)
The Lady in the Mist (The Western Werewolf Legend #1)
Waking Up Dead (The Western Werewolf Legend #2)
Wolfen Secrets (The Western Werewolf Legend #3)
A Dance in Time (J.T. Leighton, Time Traveler #1)
Table of Contents
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1 - The Gift
Chapter 2 - The Lady
Chapter 3 - Circumstances
Chapter 4 - Fear
Chapter 5 - Loyalty
Chapter 6 - The Future
Books by Catherine Wolffe
Acknowledgments
To my grandchildren who are my heart.
The Lady in the Mist
(The Western Werewolf Legend, Book 1)
Chapter 1
The Gift
He appeared in the shadows, preventing Sonja from viewing nothing more than his dark outline. Since she had lived alone after her husband, Robert's death, she carried a small Derringer in her skirt pocket at all times. With a hand on the gun, she hailed the person.
No reply.
How rude, she had mused. Perhaps he didn't hear her. "Hello, stranger. May I help you?"
Still no reply.
"You're trespassing on private land. State your business." Glancing behind her, she started to speak again and lost her voice when suddenly, a hand gripped her. Her snap peas had spilled to the ground before the basket followed. Sonja screamed as the stranger grabbed her arms pinning them to her sides. The small gun clattered to the ground. The vermin laughed coarsely in her ear, and his breath smelled hideous. His ragged nails tore at her flesh. Frantically, she struggled to get away.
"Be still, girly. Nobody's going to hear you," he hissed.
She didn't intend to obey the stranger. Darkness had fallen suddenly. His eyes glowed red from behind his mask. Sonja fought to see more but to no avail. "Show yourself, you bastard." She spits at him.
He laughed again, this time the sound was vulgar and callous. "Don't fret, girly. I'll make it quick."
Pain seared her senses as he slapped her across the cheek. Sonja's breath came in pants. He laid his grimy fingers over her mouth. She gulped down the bile that threatened to spill at his decaying carcass body odor. Swearing she had never forgotten the scent, she struggled with more force, but the man's grip held like iron. His breath tickled her skin. The pain that came next had the world going black.
When she woke, she lay in a pool of blood. The trees above her swayed as if they'd come alive. She raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sunlight before crying out with the pain shooting through her shoulder. Gingerly testing the area, the flesh didn't hold over her collarbone. The hard marrow didn't appear damaged through the raw flesh exposed to the air. She whimpered, though, when her fingers came back with her skin mingled with dark, crimson blood clots. Panicked, Sonja jumped up, running blindly.
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