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Déjá vú, but can Kyle change the way it all went down last time, so he
can keep the only man he ever loved.
Standing over another
mutilated person, Kyle knows the rogue werewolf is back. He’d seen this before,
year ago, when everything turned to shit.
Brad was in two minds about
coming back to his hometown after running away because of a kiss—that resulted
in his best mates murder. When his mentor asks for his help, Brad agreed a
little too easily.
An excuse to run into the
one man he’d been pinning over for two long now. Why he can’t get Kyle out of
his head Brad isn’t sure. However, as soon as he locks eyes with Kyle, the
fresh wash of lust tells him he may never be able to.
Can a goal to hunt down the
rogue that took their friends life—the reason they had been apart—be a
reconnecting they both so desperately need?
Note: highly recommended to
read this series in order
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It was happening again… Oh, God, it can’t be. This
can’t be happening. But it was. Shit, it was. Pete all over again.
Jack, their
friendly barkeeper, lay on the needled infested ground. Eamon, the boss—Chris’
much better, smoother half, was something of a solid leader type with the edge
of a nerd who hated them calling him boss so much that they couldn’t help it.
Craig, Phil’s
scarier, werewolf hunter mate was kneeling over the body of their ripped up
friend—clearly done by claws and teeth. Needle in hand, he and Eamon stitched
savage-looking wounds as Jake lay unconscious.
“Reminds me of
Pete,” Kyle said as he looked down at the mess, but came up with something
altogether different—different legs, different torso, different scene. Pete
lying on the edge of the road, discarded like trash, a creek of blood trailing
its way into the undergrowth of the forest it came from.
Dead. The man
that Kyle had loved, lying dead mere hours after they had fought their last
fight.
His chest hurt,
squeezing tight around his heart. His muscles pulled tightly around the bones,
his joints hurting from the hold. He felt it in an out of body way, but couldn’t breathe enough to relax himself.
He was in the
past, right there when they had gotten the call out from Paul to say that Pete
hadn’t made it to work. Kyle guessed it was lucky he had a job that needed him,
and a boss that actually gave two shits about him because it had only been a
half hour before Kyle hit the road with James and Gene looking to see what had
gone down. Hoping, with an absolute certainty that the idiot had broken down
and forgotten his phone—it wasn’t an odd call, Pete never really cared for
anything as mundane as technology. Or was it more that forgetfulness of not
caring about it?
He laughed, a
sob locked tight in his chest. His knees buckled. He couldn’t get out of where
he’d been, couldn’t fight the memory that was drowning him where he hadn’t been
able to let himself think about until this very moment. So much heartache and
regret came from such a short span of time in his life.
The car had
been abandoned. Though it had broken down, his phone lay dead on the passenger
seat. The doors were locked, and everything looked to be as it should. Fear had
lodged in his throat as he looked into the car. His heart beat in his ears,
throat, and his fingertips as he looked up and down the road. Everything seemed
fine, but Kyle had never felt anything so wrong in his life.
Frantic without
a cause, Kyle had scrambled down the road, calling for the others to go the
other way. There was no way Pete would go into the trees. No way in fucking
hell would he do something so stupid. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, that it
wasn’t ever done, but more so that these woods were a trap—a maze with no
answer. Each side that wasn’t lined with roads led into pine tree farms, each
set in lines and columns. There were no reference points in those trees. Nothing
that showed you were where you were. It was literally a chance at luck to walk
into these woods and come out where you started, let alone if you wandered in
through the national forest.
It hadn’t taken
them—Kyle—long to find him. Dumb luck on his part for the choice he made to go
into town. He called, screamed. Kyle really wasn’t sure what he had done on
those first few moments to alert the others that he had him. Or how loud he
must have been. Kneeling alongside the ripped up side of Pete, Kyle put his
hands on the man’s chest, just touching, letting the warmth of the man he
loved—he’d been intimate with—sink deep into his skin as he cooled.
“He’s dead,”
was all Kyle said. It was all he could remember of anything that happened
through the coming months. It wasn’t that he hadn’t lived, but that the memory,
the events and then more so, the loss, had rattled him so much that he just
didn’t want to remember any of it. So he didn’t. To this day, he couldn’t
remember the big events that happened. It was hell to figure out the little
ones.
“Kyle, man,”
Gene said at his side. He’d been talking for a while now, but Kyle hadn’t heard
a word. “You need to—yeah, mate, like that, in and out. This isn’t like before.
Jack’s gonna be fine. We aren’t losing another one to this arse. Okay.”
Kyle nodded.
There really wasn’t anything else to do, but nod, and suck up all his own
bullshit and move on, and live this life he’d been thrown. Head the way he’d
been shown.
Taking a deep
breath, Kyle straightened, pushing Gene off him immediately. He relaxed all his
muscles one by one as he let his mind physically push out the memories of that
time, by telling himself that this was different, not only in the fact that
this time the guy would survive, but because it was the only way to see this
and function. This was something completely different, and yet it was his
chance at retribution—vengeance, against the very thing that took Pete away
from this world.
Which at the
base of it all, this wasn’t the reason that the memories pained him so. Nor was
it the worse that had happened in those months that had been spinning out of
control in his own misery. At least now, he could make up for one of them.
“Do you hear
that?” Adam’s soft, almost boyish voice said as he looked out into the
distance.
“What is it?”
Craig asked, his attention on completing his task, though to Kyle, it looked
almost done.
“A car,” he
replied a little hesitant.
“Phil, then.”
“Nah. Phil’s
already here,” Gene muttered.
“Okay,” Eamon
said standing up, “This will have to do for the moment. Boys, get him in the
car now.”
They did. It
was the weird thing about Eamon and more to the point for them calling him
boss. It had been like this since they met Eamon. Something about him made them
want to roll onto their back and beg for a treat. It was odd, and yet it was so
completely natural that they hardly noticed it at first.
Gene, Colin,
and Kyle were the ones that ended up carrying Jake to the car. It was
necessary, for the man wasn’t small and with the added dead weight, they were
the only ones that could do it. Well, maybe James could, but the bitch was too
vain for the whole heavy lifting shit that this clearly was.
The jeep was
ready; and they loaded him into the back, Eamon and Craig already waiting,
needle and thread in hand waiting to get started again. Phil was in the driver
seat, ready to peel out when they all got in. Adam and Chris were already in
the car, James, waiting at the door, holding it open for them to get in.
Loose dirt
kicked up when the car came around the corner. It was still too early in the
morning for them to see what type of vehicle it was, and, yeah, maybe the
distance didn’t help, but the car was coming in fast.
“Come back for
us,” Kyle said as he shifted himself out of the back of the car.
Craig, before
all the words came out of his mouth followed him with a backpack he hadn’t had
before in his hand. The boot shut with a loud bang and the car’s engine revved
before Phil started driving off, swerving slowly around the car when they got close.
He wasn’t running, or at least he didn’t look like he was running, but just
driving away after a drop. At least that was what Kyle was really hoping that’s
what it looked like, because they really couldn’t afford to be looked at any
other way.
Looking around
as the car slowed down in front of them, Kyle noticed that four of them stayed,
Gene, James, and Craig. All of them were trying to look innocent as they stood
in trackies and nothing else, except Craig, and he didn’t think the man wanted
anyone to be looking into it.
This wasn’t
looking all that great since the car that stopped in front of them was a deep
green commodore—a fucking undercover cop car. The headlights highlighted the
road in front of them, still dark enough that they worked, but not real
effective.
The doors
clunked open slowly, and both men got out, exactly the same way—slow, easy
movements, which almost seemed rehearsed.
“Fuck me,”
Craig whispered, though Kyle was sure they all heard it. “Michael? That you,
mate?”
“Brad…” Kyle
whispered, his eyes, his heart, and his very soul froze on the spot at the
sight of the man that got out of the passenger seat. The same man whose eyes
where wide, and his mouth hung open as he clung to the car door like it was his
only link to the world.
“Well, fuck me
dead, it is, too,” Gene said, never really knowing the emotions of the others
around him, not if it meant that he couldn’t talk. “It’s been awhile, hasn’t it
Brad?”
A little bit of scorn laced that name, but then, Gene knew the truth, as
did most of the boys that he lived with—Kyle’s Mate had just come home
A Werewolf’s Howl by Bronwyn
Heeley
Release date 15th of May
2014
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I missed this excerpt yesterday but am getting caught up today. Brad and Kyle... the suspense is killing me.
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