Wolf Fire (Warrior Wolves Book 2)

by Christine DePetrillo

  “Where have you been all this time?” Jaemus recalled his time on the island. He hated to think his cousin had been suffering since being banished from Ireland by Flidae.

  “Lots of places.” Kole crumpled up the flyer and bounced it between his hands. “Have you seen any of the others?”

  “Just Reardon. He lives next door.” Jaemus motioned to the woods that bordered Silver Moon.

  Kole let the balled paper fall to the ground between them then nudged it around with his booted foot. “Nice. You’ve found your brother, but I don’t know where mine is. I’ve been looking for Shawn since getting banished.”

  Those words pained Jaemus. He’d been angry at Reardon—as it seemed Kole still was—but finding and forgiving his brother had ultimately given him peace. And a second chance with Reardon. “Have you found Erik?”

  “No.” A muscle ticked in Kole’s jaw as he folded his arms across his chest.

  “Reardon and I can help you look for Shawn then we’ll locate Erik.”

  Kole pushed off the building. “I don’t want your help, and I certainly don’t want your fucking brother’s help. His help gets us into these situations.”

  He turned and walked toward the motorcycle.

  “Wait.” Jaemus jogged to catch up to him. “Don’t go. Come inside. We’ll get you something to eat. We’ll talk.”

  “We?” Kole stopped walking and looked over his shoulder at him.

  “Nika, my fiancée. She’s inside.”

  Kole let out a hoarse laugh. “Aye, right. You McAlator brothers.” He looked up to the starry sky overhead. “Everything always ends in your favor, doesn’t it?”

  He kept walking and mounted his bike. With a thunderous roar, the motorcycle tore up the gravel in the parking lot and took Kole away into the darkness.

  The door of the trading post opened and Nika came out to stand beside Jaemus. “Who was that?”

  He put his arm around Nika, needing something to keep him from shifting and chasing after Kole. “My cousin.”

  “Is he coming back?” She wrapped her arms around his waist.

  “I don’t know.”

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  Books in the Warrior Wolves Series

  Wolf Kiss (Book One)

  Wolf Fire (Book Two)

  Wolf Vow (Book Three)

  Wolf Angel (Book Four)

  Wolf Sun (Book Five)

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  Read on for a peek at Wolf Vow!

  Wolf Vow Sneak Peek

  Chapter One

  The sandy Irish shore was gone beneath his paws. Instead, frigid snow stretched out in all directions around him. Kole McMannus shook out his wet brown fur and squinted his crystal blue eyes against the blinding white. Dark shadows of trees lined the horizon to his left and icy peaks of mountains cut into pristine blue sky to his right.

  Where am I?

  He’d been in Ireland, kneeling with his fellow soldiers—his brothers—before the Celtic goddess, Flidae, protector of all wild things. She was pissed at their leader, Reardon McAlator, who had turned some members of his mercenary army into werewolves so they could slay the Spanish king’s bloodthirsty enemy. Flidae didn’t take kindly to her creatures being used as killers and had banished the turned men, Kole included.

  And Shawn. His brother.

  Kole immediately sniffed the cold air. He hadn’t been a werewolf long enough to understand how everything worked. He just knew he was hungry all the time and his anger wasn’t as easily controlled as it used to be. Unfortunately, anger was the only emotion coursing through him right now. Directed mostly at Reardon.

  He sniffed again, not sure what Shawn smelled like. When his brother was a normal human, he mostly smelled of ale and sweat, like the rest of the army. Kole didn’t smell either of those out in this arctic land, but Shawn was probably still in wolf form.

  Unless…

  No. He refused to believe he and his brother had been separated. Surely Flidae wasn’t that cruel. Was she?

  Kole ran toward the tree line, sucking in air that nearly froze his nose. Nothing smelled remotely recognizable. Nothing stirred around him except the snow his paws kicked up as he ran. He skidded to a halt and tuned his ears to his surroundings instead. Perhaps that sense would lead him to his brother.

  Standing still, the tree line a few gallops away, Kole listened until his ears stung with the silence. He let out a growl and shifted to human, but the freezing temperatures were too much for his naked flesh to endure.

  There was also the headache. The one that pulsed inside his skull when he was in human form. It had started when he’d first been turned into a werewolf, but Reardon had said the change could cause such symptoms. Kole hoped the headaches would subside as time wore on—as he got accustomed to being a werewolf.

  Not likely to happen.

  He didn’t want to get accustomed to being a werewolf. He actually didn’t care if he was a normal man anymore. Being in wolf form, however… well, that was oddly comfortable. He maybe preferred being a wolf.

  After shouting Shawn’s name a few times and getting no response, Kole shifted back to wolf form and continued toward the trees. The sun was slipping to its resting place and those trees were more inviting than the barren white blanket Flidae had tossed him on.

  Alone apparently.

  She was a tricky wench. Telling the men they had to do something worthy in order to get back to Ireland. How was he supposed to do that when he was the only one here? And where had she sent his brother? Shawn was a capable soldier. He could take care of himself, as could any of the men, but Shawn was the only family Kole had left.

  Their mother had died in childbirth along with the sister who wasn’t meant to be. Their father—a seafaring man—had perished a few years later in a shipwreck. When Reardon, their cousin, asked them to join his army, neither brother had to think too hard about their answers.

  They hadn’t regretted their decisions either. Reardon had led them to glory in every sense of the word. Hired as mercenaries by rich kings, the army traveled, shed blood, claimed victory, basked in fame, and accepted unimaginable wealth. Kole and Shawn had been happy to be counted among their cousin’s forces.

  Until Reardon had shared his curse with them. Betrayal was a difficult concept to swallow, especially from someone they’d all put their complete trust in.

  Kole wasn’t blind though. The Spanish king’s enemies would have broken Reardon’s winning streak. Legends would have fallen on the battlefield if Reardon hadn’t taken some action. Kole wasn’t sure being turned into werewolves was the right action, but it hadn’t been his decision to make.

  Just my consequence to suffer.

  He was more upset by the banishment from Ireland and the separation from Shawn than the werewolf part. He could manage being a wolf. Being a human with a wolf inside him was the hard part.

  Being without his brother was the worst.

  Leaping into the woods, Kole made a vow to find Shawn, no matter what it took. He’d figure out this place, find civilization, ask questions, fight if he had to. Shawn would no doubt be doing the same. They’d find each other.

  They would.

  Still hoping that perhaps Shawn was here somewhere, Kole shifted back to human again.

  “Shawn!” The snow crunched under his bare feet, his toes feeling numb. “Shawn, are you here?” He rubbed his hands up and down his arms, trying to hold onto whatever warmth he might still have inside him.

  He wandered deeper into the forest where the wind wasn’t as biting, the trees offering a little protection. What he wouldn’t do for some garments. Being a soldier meant
he’d worn armor most of the time, and though the thought of cold iron sent a shiver through him, he’d prefer his fighting gear over nothing right now.

  “Shawn, please be here, brother.”

  After a few circles around the area that didn’t turn up anything besides more ice-laden trees, Kole cradled his head in his hands, the headache throbbing behind his eyes again. Squeezing his eyes shut, he let out a growl and prepared to shift back to wolf form.

  A crack sounded behind him and he whirled around. “Shawn?” He took a few steps in that direction, wanting to shift, but also wanting to be able to talk out loud to his brother. “Is that you?”

  Movement happened all around him at once as six wolves emerged from the frosty shadows. Brown fur, black, gray, white blurred as they formed a semi-circle in front of him. Their keen eyes zeroed in on him as Kole’s heartbeat roared in his pained head. He’d had plenty of chances to die out on the battlefield. Brutally. Bloodily. Not once did he think he’d be torn apart by wolves in an unknown arctic landscape with absolutely no one to mourn his death.

  He went with his first instinct. Run.

  Swiveling on his numb heel, he scrambled over frozen brush, cold air burning in his lungs as he ran. Behind him, the wolves’ paws thundered on the ground, sending vibrating shockwaves under his own feet. Growls and snarls sounded as they pursued him. Hot breath flooded his bare backside, and as welcome as that warmth was, he didn’t stop running. If he stopped, he was dead. If he was dead, he couldn’t find Shawn. If he didn’t find Shawn, he’d never forgive himself for suggesting they join Reardon’s army. His brother could have been spared Reardon’s foolish decision to turn them and Flidae’s harsh banishment to punish them.

  Shawn followed Kole. Always. Five years younger, he regarded Kole’s thirty-six years of existence as something to be listened to and not questioned. His brother thought him wise. His brother thought wrong. A wise man didn’t find himself running naked from hungry wolves in the snow.

  Shift. Flidae’s voice echoed in his head, the word amplifying the ache there. Shaking his head, he kept running, afraid the time it would take him to shift would allow those wolves to sink their teeth into him. He also didn’t want the goddess’s help. She was the one who had gotten him into this predicament in the first place.

  Not me. Reardon McAlator.

  Aye, right. His cousin. Some of the blame was his, but Kole made his own choices too. Choices that affected Shawn. And not for the better.

  A sharp pain exploded in his left heel and he let out a shriek, the likes of which he never would have believed himself capable of. Glancing down quickly, he noted the bloody footprints trailing over the snowy ground as he ran. One of the wolves had bitten him. The scent of blood intensifying their chase.

  Maybe Flidae was right. If he shifted, he might outrun them. He could at least heal that bite faster. Perhaps he could show these wolves he was one of them.

  Will they accept me?

  Only one way to find out, Flidae said.

  Not helpful. Why would she be? This was all a game to her.

  No game, wolf soldier. Just survival.

  Which he wasn’t going to do if he didn’t get away from these wolves.

  He burst out of the trees and dug his toes into the snow when a cliff appeared in front of him. An icy cliff. One he continued to slide toward. He had no idea what magnitude of drop waited for him, but if the white-capped peaks at eye-level on the other side of the chasm were any indication, the ride would be a long way down. The edge laughed at him, knowing full well it was about to swallow him whole.

  If it didn’t, those wolves surely would.

  Kole jammed his heels into the ice-covered snow, his bitten heel screaming in protest as more flesh tore. He glided toward the precipice as the wolves narrowed the gap between them. Their teeth were bared, showing their unhappiness at his intrusion in their territory. Saliva dripped from their mouths only to freeze in the fur around their snapping jaws.

  Shift.

  He let out a growl as he dropped to all fours and clawed the snow with his hands to stop his glide toward the edge, but his momentum would not be stopped.

  With a roar, the wolves leaped at him.

  He had a strange moment to observe them in mid-air, all their muscles tensed and ready to rip him to shreds. That moment was enough time for his wolf to explode free.

  Kole was a much larger wolf than they were and when they landed, each one of them skittered back, whines cutting through the silence. He bared his own teeth, his hackles raising, making him larger than he already was. His back leg was slick with blood still, but he pushed that aside. His headache was gone, allowing him to focus and think and plan.

  He let loose a roar that had the other wolves lowering their tails and back-stepping. His first concern was getting away from the cliff edge so he rushed forward, growling, barking, snapping his jaws until that precipice was no longer a danger.

  Now to deal with threat number two.

  Kole lunged at the closest wolf, but before he could do any damage, all six of the wolves bowed their heads to him. A few whines still sounded, but their utter submission surprised him.

  You lead them now, Flidae said.

  Lead? He’d never been a leader. He took charge of Shawn, but that was about it. Kole had always followed. Reardon mostly. And look where that got me.

  Lead. Aye. He could be Alpha of this pack. He could stay in wolf form for a while. Just until he figured out how to find Shawn. These wolves could show him the lay of the land, keep him fed, fight any other threats this place held.

  He could… enjoy being a wolf. No trying to be both man and wolf. No lamenting what he’d become. No fucking headaches.

  Letting out a puff of air as acceptance of their submission, Kole nudged each wolf with his head until all six of them were standing before him.

  Food, he thought, and instantly, the wolves took off. The last wolf glanced back at him as if to say, This way, Alpha.

  Maybe they could lead him to Shawn too.

  He ran after them, but quickly took the lead when the wolves found a moose. His stomach growled. Apparently banishment worked up an appetite.

  The wolves fanned out around the moose, using brush as cover, then as a unified front—as an army—they lunged, Kole at the neck of the animal. Bringing down the antlered beast was easy with a pack. Within moments, they were sharing their first meal together. Bonding.

  Kole knew he shouldn’t like tearing into the moose’s flesh so much. Blood dribbling down his fur shouldn’t have pleased him. Raw meat shouldn’t have tasted so heavenly.

  But gods be damned, it did.

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  Books in the Shielded Series

  Sci-Fi Romance

  SAFE (Book One)

  PROTECTED (Book Two)

  SECURE (Book Three)

  Books in the Maple Leaf Series

  Contemporary Romance

  More Than Pancakes (Book One)

  More Than Cookies (Book Two)

  More Than Rum (Book Three)

  More Than Pizza (Book Four)

  More Than Candy Corn (A Halloween Novella)

  More Than Cocoa (Book Five)

  More Than Biscotti (A FREE Christmas Novella available on my website only)

  More Than Peaches (Book Six)

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  Other Available Titles by Christine DePetrillo

  Alaska Heart

  Firefly Mountain

  Kisses to Remember

  Abra Cadaver

  Lazuli Moon

  Young Adult Romance writing as Christy Major

  Run With Me

  Sail With Me

  Co-writing as Goodwin Reed

  A Less Perfect Union

  About the Author

  Christine DePetrillo tried not being a writer. She attempted to ignore the voices in her head, but they would no
t stop. The only way she could achieve peace and quiet was to write the stories the voices demanded. Today, she writes tales meant to make you laugh, maybe make you sweat, and definitely make you believe in the power of love.

  She lives in Rhode Island and occasionally Vermont with her husband, two cats, and a big, black German Shepherd who defends her fiercely from all evils.

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