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Only a fool would think to steal from a werewolf …

“Excuse me?”

I looked the woman up and down. It irritated me how she hung on Mason, as if she had every right in the world to do it. I growled and stepped forward, ready to go to war for the man I loved. I didn’t even care about whatever excuse she would give for invading our lives with her false presumptions—I was pissed. I could feel the change happening, and I smiled. Judging from the way she blanched, I knew my fangs must have shown.

“Darcy, stop.” Mason’s voice broke through my anger, and luckily for him he’d moved away from her. “This is Amber, and it’s not what it seems.”

“Who is this, Mason? And why does she think she has a hold over you?” Amber asked.

The syrupy sweetness of her tone set my teeth on edge, and I launched myself at her.

Praise for The Mystic Wolves

“Not since Twilight has a book grabbed me so fast.”

  • Cindy, Amazon.

“This book is filled with great characters - including a lead female that readers can identify with and the swoon-worthy alpha male that you'll drool over.”

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