The Men of Five-O #9
Task Force Two: Fennigan Pack’s Earth Angel
Salina catches killers as a homicide detective in NYC. When she kills two criminals to help save her partner and they show up alive the next day, she knows that something strange is going on. She finds out that humans aren’t the only ones who walk this earth, or who kill. Salina always felt different, but it takes meeting six Alpha men who can shift into wolves to bring out her special abilities. She’s not so keen or trusting of the whole mating thing, and by the size of the six men, their intimidating attitudes and Irish brogues, she’s going to fight them every step of the way.
Fennigan pack has drifted apart after losing their first mate to murder. As they hunt for revenge, they are shocked to find the gods have granted them a second mate. Angus, Adrian, Brady, Delaney, Eagan, and Quinn Fennigan expect respect and submission, something Salina doesn’t give freely. Her defiance could cause her death.
Genre: Contemporary, Fantasy, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Length: 66,732 words
TASK FORCE TWO: FENNIGAN PACK’S EARTH ANGEL
The Men of Five-O #9
Dixie Lynn Dwyer
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TASK FORCE TWO: FENNIGAN PACK’S EARTH ANGEL
Copyright © 2014 by Dixie Lynn Dwyer
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May you enjoy the journey of one very strong, independent woman who must come to terms with the magical powers bestowed upon her. As if that isn’t enough, she must learn to adapt to being the mate to six Alpha men, while also maintaining that independence, her career, and her intended destiny as the first Earth Angel.
With men as dominating, bossy, and wild as Fennigan pack, this may be the fight of Salina’s life, and also a time for change and adaptation, being mated to one sexy, strong-willed detective, for the Fennigan pack men.
Sounds like the recipe for disaster, or maybe the recipe for a powerful love story.
Happy reading.
Hugs!
~Dixie~
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
About the Author
TASK FORCE TWO: FENNIGAN PACK’S EARTH ANGEL
The Men of Five-O #9
DIXIE LYNN DWYER
Copyright © 2014
Prologue
Angus missed his brothers. Since losing their mate, Margo, during the great fight between the demon and the Goddesses of the Circle, life just hadn’t been the same. He and Quinn were now in the United States instead of their homeland in Ireland. Angus looked down the side street, and his wolf yearned to run free. It felt so captive and held prisoner. It was like he lost part of himself even though he and his brothers hadn’t begun the mating bond with Margo. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
He glanced at Quinn, who sat on the ledge of the building, appearing just as grim as Angus felt. He wondered how the others were doing.
Adrian and Brady, those two crazy, psycho bastards were in the mountains hunting down rogue wolves and attempting to build small armies against smaller packs. They found the jobs to be rewarding and they risked their lives so easily now because there didn’t seem to be anything worthwhile to live for. Even their bond as brothers had weakened. Angus took a deep breath and released it.
Delaney and Eagan were in County Clare, Ireland, near Declan Pack, working for the Brothers of Were and ensuring that Were packs were following the new rules and regulations. Lately there had been some resistance, and some packs were initiating takeovers to build up their armies. Delaney and Eagan were enforcing the laws of the Jewel of Ireland and still wading through rogue wolves and packs that weren’t compliant with the new laws and regulations set forth by the new leaders of the Circle of Elders.
So many changes, and yet here was Angus, an Alpha, a known warrior of the gods and goddesses, a soldier of the Brothers of Were, and a leader of a task force that had fallen apart.
Was there any reason to go on? Was this life, this sw
orn testament of revenge he deemed more important than living itself, worth sucking the remainder of the life left inside of him?
He looked out across the city skyline. New York. He’d trailed Vargon Carbarone all the way to fucking New York City, and he still didn’t have enough evidence to prove to the Circle that Vargon was the one who killed Margo.
But he was there, and he had help that night. As a multitude of battles took place around the world, good versus evil, the demon versus the goddesses, all others loyal to the Circle joined forces. Margo, a healer, took off without warning to any of them. She called and said it was her destiny and that the goddesses needed her.
He shook his head. They needed her, too. Wolves searched all their lives hoping to find a mate and have the ultimate bond and connection. They had finally gotten their chance at happiness, at a tradition none of them thought they could ever have. Fennigan Pack was no longer whole because of Vargon Carbarone and his associates.
I will avenge Margo’s death. I will seek justice for all those you have killed and destroyed. I’m watching you, and when the time comes, I will seek my revenge and bring justice to my family, my brothers, once and for all.
* * * *
Salina “Sal” Santos locked gazes with a set of glowing yellow eyes. It was insane, the feelings that consumed her body. Something clicked inside of her. Something deep, so very deep she felt tears of emotions hit her eyes, and of course she quickly submerged the show of emotion. She was tough, self-sufficient, and distrusting to most everyone except for Reggie, her partner in the police department, and of course, her father, Pierce, her only living relative.
Her dad, Pierce, was a quiet man, retired from law enforcement as well after sustaining injuries from a brutal attack when she was only two years old. Sometimes she thought she remembered the incident, or perhaps envisioned what took place in her mind. She saw scattered bits and pieces, like her mom screaming and covering her face with her hands, and her dad roaring in pain, looking fierce, almost inhuman. But she knew it couldn’t be true. He was a man and not some beast. The thought had her swallowing hard as she stared at the yellow eyes in the distance.
Everything else seemed to fade to silence, even the passing cars every now and then on the quiet side street in Queens, New York. The sirens echoed in the distance perhaps blocks and blocks away. Her heart raced, the feelings and desire to run and help, or at least see if she could aid the victims of a crime, a fire, a homicide, entered her mind. But the glowing yellow eyes were so very strong. She stared harder, trying to figure out who they were, or even what they were, for every ounce of her felt as if the person, the thing behind the glowing eyes was evil. She took a few unsteady steps forward, her chest feeling harder, stronger, almost as if something pressed back against it, trying to stop her from investigating the thing in the darkness.
It was like a shield of armor. Was it protecting her, or holding her back from figuring out a truth of some sort? She of course pushed, persisted to move on and challenge the power holding her back.
As she moved, struggled to trudge onward, she felt her breath growing rapid. Her lungs heaved in and out for air like some asthmatic in the middle of an attack.
She was getting closer, weaker with every step, and as she felt her body give out and use the last bit of strength to heave another breath and look upward, she saw its face and screamed out in terror. Teeth, fangs, drool. A monstrous beast growled at her, causing fear like nothing else to consume her body. She fell backward and landed on the pavement as the thing slowly crawled over her.
“You’re mine now, Salina. All mine.”
Salina awoke with a start. She was gasping for air, her mouth and throat completely dry as she tried to move her tongue and get some sort of moisture there to swallow and breathe. She reached for the bottle of water, relieved that she remembered to keep it there just for this reason. She undid the cap, guzzled down the contents, and felt the panic begin to lessen.
Why do I have this same dream? What does it mean? Why do I feel like it’s true, and that this thing does exist?
She pushed herself up from the bed and read the clock. Five a.m. It was time to get up and take a run before work. She would have just enough time if she hurried.
She grabbed her things, brushed her teeth, drank down a breakfast shake, and swallowed her vitamins. She stared out the window that overlooked the back of the town house development and straight to the woods. She wondered if her dreams had to do with her profession? As she put on her sneakers and finished getting ready, she analyzed her dream and what it might mean.
She grabbed her key, placed it into the small zip-up pocket on the back of her Athleta pullover shirt, and headed out the door.
As her feet pounded on the pavement and her breath began to fill with the warm spring air, she thought about her dream.
The darkness, not seeing anything at first and then suddenly the yellow eyes probably has something to do with being a homicide detective. I never know what to expect when I pull up onto a call, a crime scene in the aftereffects of some monster’s brutality to another human being, or even multiple. Hence, the beast with the yellow eyes. He must represent the evil killer, the one I search for and seek. My dream always ends the same way, with the beast, the sharp teeth, and the monstrous expression, and the evil darkness that I feel surround me and paralyze me must represent the killers that go free. The ones I can’t find and prove that they indeed are the ones responsible for the deaths I investigate. And thoughts of my dad. Well, that just means my subconscious remembers his story of how he was injured during an investigation, and my mom screaming is because of the pain she more than likely sustained from the car accident she died in. Yes, that has to be it. See, Sal, no worries. No worries at all. I’m not losing my mind. I’m just an obsessed workaholic consumed with catching killers and bringing justice to victims’ families.
Then why do I feel like there’s more? Why does that monster seem so real to me?
Her chest tightened, and she suddenly had the sensation that someone was watching her just as she continued running through the small woods along the dirt path. She looked around her and listened deeply for any sign of presence, animal or human. She didn’t like the feeling she had. Something wasn’t right. Something was on the horizon coming her way. What it was she didn’t know, but whatever it was she felt intimidated, and Salina Santos didn’t take well to intimidation. No way, no how.
Chapter 1
Angus and Quinn Fennigan stood by the balcony looking over the city lights of New York. It was getting late, and time to search the streets and follow those two assholes, Luka Carbarone and one of his pack members Centron. Every time Angus thought about the Carbarone Pack, he wanted to kill them all, go rogue himself, and destroy any remnants of them from this realm and all others. But he couldn’t. With all the changes in the Circle of Elders still going on, and new members being sworn in, packs combining to gain force and power, it was no use in fighting the council’s decision. He just couldn’t believe that no one could prove Carbarone was responsible for Margo’s death. She was his mate, and his brothers’. Her death had destroyed each of them inside. Now his brothers were scattered around the world, aiding in pack laws, the enforcement of protocol for the new Circle, and being sure to keep order and control. He missed them and so did Quinn.
“So, you take the East Side and I’ll take the West Side?” Quinn asked. He looked at his brother and nodded his head. Quinn was just as big as him. Over six feet three, filled with muscles, attitude, and tattoos along their arms and chests. Quinn had blond hair where Angus’s hair was dark brown and his eyes were grayer than Quinn’s ocean blue.
“I want them to fuck up so badly. I want to be there when they do so we can give it to them,” Quinn stated as he gripped the balcony railing and looked out across the city. They tried so hard to fit in here in New York. Their thick Irish brogues gained them more attention than they were used to in Ireland. Most people, especially women, found it appealing. They
had some wild times together, had their share of women, trying to get the fact that they lost their mate out of their minds despite the fact that they never had the chance to make love to Margo and bind to her. It was horrible. He’d failed his mate, he’d failed his brothers, and once Angus killed the Carbarone responsible for murdering his mate, he could end his own life and let his brothers move on without him. He had failed as their Alpha and as their brother and leader.
He felt the hand on his shoulder and then heard Quinn’s voice.
“You did not fail us or Margo. The gods have the final say in life and what transpires. Don’t you know that? Killing yourself will do nothing but cause me, Adrian, Brady, Delaney, and Eagan to suffer more. Don’t be ridiculous.” Quinn then glanced out at the city. “Look out there, brother. There is more to life than what we’ve had to deal with thus far. You’ll see. We’ll get our revenge and then we’ll move on. If the council finds fault in our actions, then so be it. We step down from our place in the Brothers of Were, as Alpha rulers to the Goddesses of the Circle, and we live the rest of our lives in seclusion off the land. At least we’ll be together, and we won’t be susceptible to any more pain.”
Angus thought about that as he stepped back and cleared his throat. “Let’s do what needs to be done. I don’t like the feelings I’ve been having lately. It’s like despite all the changes, good changes in the Circle and with the goddesses being revealed, there’s still more evil out there, and more attempts at taking over the good.”
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