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The Finding by Nicky Charles
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The Finding by Nicky Charles
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The third book in The Law of the Lycans series.

Cassie made off into the night, fearing for her life. She had unearthed a dark secret and inadvertently became a murder witness. Cassie is still hiding from her past three years later, she is fighting to resrtain a terrifying beast that seems to grow stronger each day, while being haunted by a dream lover. When pack Beta, Bryan, emerges to claim her, Cassie is compelled to face the truth of her very existence. In 'The Finding' there is a collission of betrayal, greed, innocence and love between ancient werewolf laws. obooko.

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The air felt cool and damp against her face as she moved through the trees, the greyish-brown trunks rising high on either side of her. Pine needles littered the forest floor, deadening the sound of her feet as she padded along. Twice she stopped and searched the shadowy depths of the forest, before lifting her muzzle and sniffing, nostrils flaring as she took in the myriad of scents that drifted by on the slight breeze.

Suddenly, instinct had her hackles rising. Another presence was nearby. Cocking her ears, Cassie searched for a sign of the other one. As always, his scent eluded her; his paws made no sound. Inexplicably, he was just—there!

Like a ghost, he seemed to appear out of nowhere, standing in front of her, blocking her way. Thick light brown fur covered his massive body, muscles rippling as he shifted his stance and raised his head in challenge. His beauty took her breath away each time she saw him and not for the first time, did she wonder what his name was.

Part of her wanted to submit, to expose her throat and belly. Her tail dipped between her legs, even as she fought the urge to roll over. His hazel eyes narrowed and she quivered until, finally breaking away from his gaze, she turned quickly and began to run.

Where she was running to, she didn’t know, but the need to escape was strong. She flattened her ears and ran as if her life depended on it, her body low to the ground. The sound of him following her was easy to detect. He made no effort to hide his pursuit.

He was breathing hard, she could hear it. His bigger frame was at a disadvantage when it came to speed, yet with every stride his longer legs brought him closer and closer.

Panic began to well within her and she dug deep inside putting on a burst of speed, twisting around trees, jumping over logs. It was all in vain. Without warning, his body slammed into hers and they both fell to the ground. She rolled, attempting to get to her feet, but even as she tried to stand, he was on top of her.

Hot breath fanned across the side of her face. Her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of shiny white teeth, before she felt those same teeth penetrating her fur, biting her neck…

“No!” Part of her was screaming in protest even as another voice, one deeper inside her, cried out yes, craving his domination, his possession. She pushed that part of her aside and struggled. This beast was just like the one that had killed that man, Mr. Aldrich. It was an unnatural creature known as a werewolf.

Her uncle had said she was one as well, just before he died. But she wasn’t; she couldn’t be. She wasn’t a wild animal. She couldn’t kill anyone... Could she? Even as she fought against the wolf that loomed over her, a part of her mind was acknowledging her four legs, her tail, and the brown fur covering her body… Closing her eyes against the hot tears that threatened to spill down her face, she screamed her denial of the truth.

“No! Please, no! I can’t be a werewolf. I don’t want this!” Pushing and struggling, she flailed against the beast that seemed to surround her. She couldn’t get away. Her breathing became rapid and shallow; everything was growing dark and she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness, falling and then…

Her body landed against something hard and the breath whooshed from her lungs. With a jolt, her eyes flew open and she looked at her surroundings. Relief washed through her as she realized it had been just another nightmare.

Shaking in the aftermath of her nocturnal imagination, she disentangled herself from the blanket and pushed her hair from her face. She was in her bedroom, having laid down for a nap while waiting for Kellen to get home. The dream had been just that—a dream.

Well, not exactly. As she stood and picked up the blanket, she acknowledged that the woods and the other wolf were non-existent, but her being a wolf—a werewolf to be exact—was all too real. She hid from the grim reality as much as possible, but her subconscious mind wouldn’t let the notion rest. It was in the dark recesses of her mind that the beast inside her roamed free and sought out others of its kind.

But it wouldn’t happen in reality. She jutted her chin in resolve as she folded the blanket, then clutched it to her chest. She’d never seek out others of her kind. The filthy animals were interested only in killing and dominating and…sex. Her mind skirted away from that last idea. Her dreams were always erotic, usually involving a lusty male who was intent on tracking her down and taking her.

The memory had her shifting uncomfortably as arousal stirred inside her. She curled her lip at the irony of the situation; her nightmares were hotter than Hades while her real life was…

No. She didn’t want to think about that right now. Setting down the blanket, she went to the dresser to check her appearance. The turquoise top she wore went well with her Mediterranean colouring, even though she was still pale as a result of her dream. Applying a bit of blush, she studied her eyes and decided the thick lashes and deep green irises needed no enhancement. A touch of gloss on her full lips completed her makeup.

Grabbing a comb, she set to work on her hair, not for the first time wishing it shimmered with highlights instead of being a solid dark brown. The colour reminded her too much of the animal in her dream. Yes, she could try dying it, but she always wondered how the colour would take, given her...unusual...genetic makeup.

Glancing at the clock, she realized it was time to start dinner. Kellen would be home soon and she wanted to surprise him. Setting the comb down, she headed to the kitchen, resolutely pushing all thoughts of wolves from her mind. Tonight it would be all about her and Kellen.


Stump River, Ontario, Canada...

Bryan grunted and firmed his jaw, ignoring his protesting muscles. Sweat trickled down his face as he lifted the weight, counting in his head, before giving a sigh of relief and lowering the heavy disks. They clanged against the metal stand, the sound echoing off the walls of the exercise room. He relaxed against the bench, breathing heavily and feeling pleasantly spent.

“Done for the day?” A towel landed in his face as the speaker walked past.

Wearily, he reached up and wiped the sweat from his face and chest while eyeing the room’s other occupant. Daniel was chugging back a bottle of water, his body glistening from an intense workout.

Bryan sat up, giving his arms a shake and then stretching. His muscles ached slightly from the strain they’d been under, not tired, just well used. “No. I think I’ll go for a run. Want to join me?”

“Nah. I’m whipped. You Beta-types can exercise until you barf, but not me. I’m the intellectual in the pack, remember?”

Snorting, Bryan studied his young friend. At twenty-two, Daniel might claim to be an intellectual, but his lean frame was still packed with muscle and had all the local ladies swooning. Well... Most of the local ladies, he amended, noting that Daniel was staring out the window with a look of longing in his eyes.

The object of the younger man’s attention was Tessa, a doe-eyed, dark haired Spanish beauty. Daniel had been following her around like a love-sick puppy ever since she’d joined the pack three years ago. Not that Tessa ever gave Daniel any encouragement, but that hadn’t stopped the man from wanting her.

Shaking his head at the follies of young love, Bryan stood up and clapped Daniel on the shoulder. “Why don’t you make a move on her?”

Daniel firmed his mouth and shoved his hands in his pocket. “She’s not ready yet...”

“Ready? She’s nineteen; definitely time for her to choose a mate.”

“You know her history.” Anger washed over Daniel’s face and Bryan gripped his shoulder.

“I do. But she can’t live in the past forever. Someone needs to help her move on. Why not you?”

Shrugging, Daniel threw his water bottle in the recycling bin and picked up his discarded t-shirt. “I don’t know. The time never seems right.”

“If you wait too long, you might lose your chance.” Bryan threw out the warning and headed for the door, knowing he’d pushed all he could. Daniel had to be the one to make the move.

Once outside, he debated about turning into his wolf form, but decided to finish his workout as he’d started. His human body needed the exercise more than his wolf did.

Bending to tighten his laces, he heard giggling coming from the nearby gazebo and glanced that way. An exasperated sigh escaped his lips as he saw two young girls peering at him. Becky and Emily were the daughters of the newest family to join Ryne’s pack. At fifteen and thirteen respectively, they were harmless enough, but the crush they’d developed on him was annoying and embarrassing.

As Beta, he was the second in command, the Alpha’s bodyguard, and the pack’s enforcer. Being followed by giggling teenagers did nothing for his image, nor did he know how to deal with them. He didn’t want to hurt their feelings, but subtle hints weren’t having much effect in dissuading them.

Knowing if he delayed much longer, they’d actually work up the nerve to approach him, he got to his feet and prepared to walk past them.

“Hi Bryan!” The girls spoke at the same time. One was attempting an exaggerated model stance while the other settled for tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

“’Evening, girls.” He kept his eyes focussed straight ahead and didn’t slow his pace otherwise they might decide to follow him. It wouldn’t be the first time it had happened. As he continued on his way, he picked up on parts of their conversation...

“Did you see how his muscles rippled? And his butt...”

“Mmm. And his voice. It’s so deep it makes me shiver.”

“I like his hair best. Dark blond is so cool.”

“No. I think it’s more of a light brown.”

“Whatever. His eyes are dreamy.”

“Oh yeah, hazel eyes...”