Werewolf Series

Unknown Touch - Werewolf Series - Book One:
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Brief synopsis:

Without warning, Kara McBride is violently abducted by a secret group of diversely skilled humans. The Liaison have discovered her astounding psychic power to manipulate thought and persuade her to join their covert operation. Kara's abilities are vital to the success of saving a small group of werewolves from self destruction. In the tiny town of Hamlin, Kentucky, a few rogue werewolves have split off from the main pack and committed crimes against humans, bringing unwanted attention to the area, and risking their hidden existence from society. Kara will create mental connections with the wolves in an attempt to calm their aggression. But, in the midst of chaos, a love triangle develops and Kara must make a heart-wrenching choice between a human...or a werewolf. Her decisions could be life-altering for her and others as she delves into the unknown.

Excerpt from UNKNOWN TOUCH – Werewolf Series - Book 1
Chapter 13

Everyone remained absolutely still as Daniel made his way to the front porch. My heart was pounding from the anxiety. No one really knew what was going to happen next. We were on high alert, completely in tune with our surroundings. I watched as Daniel walked up the rickety old steps. The cabin was falling apart from years of neglect. It was amazing that anyone would attempt to live in it. Then again, we were not dealing with a human, but a werewolf.

I quickly sent a mental message to Zac and Tessa, Do you have him clearly in your line of sight?

They answered in unison, Yes.

Daniel was now standing on the front porch. He pounded on the door twice and shouted, "Hey, Stephen! It's Daniel. I know you're in there. We need to talk."

There was the distinct sound of a snarl coming from within the cabin. A few moments passed. Daniel stood patiently waiting, taking two steps backward. I would assume we had caught Stephen off guard, possibly sleeping, or maybe he needed to get dressed before coming outside. That snarl was definitely meant as a warning.

And then the door flung open. Stephen. He made his grand entrance, stepping onto the porch. The images that Daniel and Isaac had given to me during my failed effort to enter Stephen's mind were very accurate. I was now able to gaze at him in the flesh. He was a superior being. And he knew it. His arrogance to that fact dripped off him so heavily it was sickening. Even so, he was handsome, in an Old World sort of way. I memorized his features, his physical traits, any interesting idiosyncrasies he displayed. At this point, he was still too distant from me. Like a stranger. No contact. I kept focusing.

"What do you want?" Stephen glared at Daniel. "You are in my territory."

Daniel took a deep breath, and calmly stated, "I am not here to fight with you, Stephen. I know you are looking for any excuse to let loose on me. I am here to talk and ask you some questions. I hope you will give me honest answers."

"I'll see what I can do," he sarcastically replied.

Daniel and Stephen remained on the small porch. Stephen had closed the front door and was leaning up against it. Daniel positioned himself a few feet away, near one of the porch's rotting posts.

"I'll get straight to the point," Daniel began, "I heard the news about the livestock being mutilated and the hunter that was killed. Did you do it?"

Stephen shook his head from side to side and laughed in mockery. I suspected he was playing a game of cat and mouse with Daniel. He replied, "No, it wasn't me. Although I'm sure you sniffed out my scent in the general area."

Daniel knew this was going to be like pulling teeth, trying to get information out of Stephen. "If it wasn't you that committed these acts of violence, then who was it?"

"That is the big question of the day, isn't it? Well, I'm not at liberty to say at this time. He would rather like to keep his identity private."…

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...Stephen moved away from the door he had his back up against, walked past Daniel and down off the porch and scanned over his property. He used his heightened senses of sight, sound and smell. Even the sixth sense of perception was being used to check for intruders. His body tensed, ready to defend himself if needed. He felt a trap had been set for him.

"Who is out there?" Stephen swung around, glaring at Daniel.

Daniel tried his best to remain calm, and answered, "I have brought several people with me. They want to help you if you will allow it."

"Humans. I knew I could smell them. You are dealing with those humans known as The Liaison, aren't you?" Stephen's temper was rising.

"Yes, I know you're aware of them from previous trips they've made down here. All for the purpose of getting your emotions under control. We want to understand what is happening to you and offer our help," Daniel had now moved off the porch and stood a few feet from Stephen.

Mentally, I asked Zac and Tessa, Do you still have a clear shot of Stephen?

Zac replied, Yes.

Tessa replied, No. My heart sank when I heard that.

Quickly, I relayed this information psychically to Daniel, Zac has a clear shot. Tessa doesn't.

Daniel responded, Do not kill him. Shoot for the shoulder only if he attacks.

I pushed this information into Zac and Tessa's minds. Dominic was reading my mind as this went on, so he was aware of the situation. Throughout the whole confrontation between Daniel and Stephen, I continually tried to access Stephen's mind, but no success. Dom was getting absolutely no where, either. I was picking up the emotions better than ever, but could not break through the mental barrier. I felt like I needed the physical contact with him or at least be a few feet from him. Just something about Stephen or his mind was not letting me in. He had been blocking Daniel for quite some time, and perhaps the constant withdrawal from psychic connections, and his awareness of that, interfered with my ability to gain access.

Suddenly, Stephen seemed to notice that someone was trying to read his mind. He pressed at his temples with his fingers. It was not Daniel. He looked out into the woods, in my direction. He was putting two and two together rapidly. Daniel stepped closer for fear Stephen might come after me.

"There's a female…she tried this before with your help. I saw a flash of it and thought I was imagining things. I don't appreciate someone, a stranger especially, trying to mess with my mind. Who do you think you are to try to control me? I have my freedom and I will live the way I choose to. I won't play by your rules anymore, Daniel. Leave." Stephen declared with fury rising up from deep within him.

At that moment, he transformed into a werewolf. As did Daniel. It was a sight to behold. The two were in a stand-off. Zac wasn't sure if he should shoot or not. Eli, Dom and I actually rose up from our crouched positions behind the bushes. It didn't matter anymore if Stephen saw us. He knew we were there.

The two powerful wolves circled each other, snarling and growling, back and forth. Neither taking their eyes off one another. Their lips were curled back, displaying long, sharp, deadly teeth meant to kill prey. And both were predators at this moment. Saliva dripped from their open mouths. Daniel looked so much more beastly, more lethal, during this transformation than I recalled from the first time I ever saw him turn. He seemed friendly at that time, but not now.

From what I understood, Daniel had only come here to question Stephen. He would not be the first to attack. He did not mean to be the aggressor in this duel, but had to transform to meet Stephen equally on the playing field. All at once, Stephen dove at Daniel's throat, and in that split second a shot was fired. It was Zac. He hit Stephen squarely in the right shoulder, as Daniel requested. Stephen hit the ground with a yelp of pain, and he retreated immediately, limping off, trailing blood. He knew he would not win this fight today.

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Unknown Scent - Werewolf Series - Book Two:
Brief Synopsis:
Danger awaits Kara and her friends on unfamiliar territory when their covert operation goes bad. Werewolves, a vampire, psychics and black magic witches face-off in several fast-paced battles of good vs. evil. Time is running out for The Liaison team. They must locate the witches' hideout and prevent a sacrificial ritual before it's too late and all beings suffer the consequences. But major shocks and turmoil cause self-control and aggression issues within Kara's circle of friends. A gift Kara receives proves priceless in a life or death situation. Her psychic powers of mental manipulation and mind-reading are instrumental to the survival of others and herself. New allies are formed; not all are human. Throughout the mayhem, Kara's internal battle remains in limbo over who she truly loves the most: her best friend who is a psychic human or her boyfriend who is a werewolf. A choice needs to be made that could be life-altering. Especially as she continues to delve into the unknown.

Excerpts from UNKNOWN SCENT - Werewolf Series - Book 2
Chapters 10 and 11

Chapter 10
We parked across the street from the old building. Josiah stepped out from the darkness and under a streetlight, giving us a single wave to approach him. Without speaking, we walked around to the back of the building and spotted a door. 

Josiah spoke in our minds, The witches are here. Can everyone sense them? 

Zac looked frustrated. He was the only one that didn't have some form of psychic ability. The werewolves didn't have much, but could sense that something wasn't right, something evil permeated this area. Not only that, but with their heightened senses, they could pick up distant sounds and scents indicating the ritual was being performed. 

I grabbed Zac's hands. Josiah immediately understood what I was doing and placed one hand on Zac's arm. By doing this we created a powerful mind link with Zac and fully shared with him what we were feeling and hearing from inside the building. Everyone needed to be on the same page, to work as a team. 

The door was locked. Dominic gave it one quick look and used his telekinetic ability to slide the deadbolt open. Josiah held up one hand in a warning gesture to prevent us from charging inside and touched a finger to his lips reminding us to stay quiet and use telepathy to speak. 

Daniel questioned him, Is there a boundary spell? Will we trigger an alarm? 

I think there is one but it's weak, Josiah relayed… 

…Josiah gave one nod that signaled we were clear to go. He sensed a positive change in the atmosphere surrounding the door. Dom and I brought up the rear, making sure to stay several paces behind the rest of the team and to remain in the shadows while they confronted the witches and whatever else we walked in on. 

With incredible stealth, we crept through a stock room and an office like professional burglars. The next area revealed the huge, wide-open space where groceries would have been found when the store was in operation. 

The chanting reverberated in my ears and sent chills down my spine. I smelled herbs and burning candles and a revolting odor of decay. We stayed hidden in the darkness for another moment, gathering our bearings as we observed the witches. Dom and I wouldn't leave that spot when the others decided to raid the scene. The only electrical source of lighting came from one fluorescent fixture hanging on the far left side of the store. The front windows had been covered with sheets of brown paper. Many, many shelving and display units were shoved to the front of the store to create plenty of floor space for the ritual and to add another layer of concealment from the outside world. There must have been fifty candles lit around them. 

The witches were totally oblivious to our presence while they recited the incantation. They stood within a large circle that had been traced on the floor along with other painted symbols and letters. We were looking at the right side of their bodies. That was an advantage as opposed to trying to rush them face on. 

A cold wind whipped through the building. The candles flickered; a few went out. The air sizzled and a section of the floor cracked. The chanting never stopped; instead it grew in volume and intensity. My pounding heart and rapid breathing seemed compelled to match the rhythm of the chant. Josiah shook my arm when he noticed the signs that I was slipping into a trance. 

Daniel and Isaac stripped off their clothes and tossed them to me. Silently they transformed into the true werewolf shape of the beast and were ready for action. 

Blood dripped from several of the witches' hands. All wore black, hooded robes that covered the length of their bodies and brushed the tops of their feet, making it impossible to identify who was who. Then one witch stepped forth from the rest, but did not leave the protection of the painted circle. This particular witch seemed to be the leader, as the others followed any commands given by this person. Suddenly, all the hoods were pulled back, revealing each individual. 

We were shocked with the identity of the leader. Josiah held back gasping. 

Josiah, Daniel and Isaac swooped in at super-human speed. Dom and I didn't move a muscle in the dark. No worry about exposing ourselves as we were too terrified to budge. We desperately tried to access the witches' minds with no luck besides sensing their confusion and fear. The witches had freaked out when two werewolves and a vampire appeared out of nowhere, interrupting their ritual. 

My eyes shifted to Daniel who wielded a long, wicked sword. Isaac brought along a similar weapon. Daniel didn't hesitate as he charged the creature, swinging his razor-sharp blade with perfect accuracy aimed at the neck. At the same moment, Isaac approached the creature from behind and ripped his sword horizontally through the back and spine. Between the two of them, that thing was going down with the sweet sound of blades singing through the air. 

…or not.


 Chapter 11

He reared his head back, as if stretching his neck, but stayed in an odd crouched position on all fours. I did not recognize him anymore. His head magically enlarged and supported a huge, grizzly, sinewy muzzle with a black nose and whiskers that poked out in all directions. And the teeth…sharp, deadly, "rip your throat out" weapons…which could so easily pass on the werewolf curse with just the teeniest little scratch. The pain of the conversion was evident as his lips curled back from his muzzle and a gooey drip of saliva hung from the corner of his mouth, not quite able to swallow yet. 

A high-pitched whine, a desperate cry, surfaced from his throat. I absently took one step forward and Dom jerked my arm to stop my motion. Daniel looked at me for a split second and mouthed, "No." As long as he wasn't attacking anyone or totally destroying the house, we knew it was best to not interfere with this painstaking transformation. But did someone hit a slow motion button? The punishing torture to his body and mind was a nightmare to watch as it just lingered on and on. 

His ears were tall, rigid and alert like a wolf or a German Shepherd. They twitched trying to capture any sounds of predators…or perhaps prey…I hoped we wouldn't be targeted as such. 

His eyes dropped to what used to be his hands, but now were lethal claws. He glanced down at the rest of his body, inspecting it, and growled again shaking his head in disbelief. 

He garbled and coughed out one word, "Angry." 

We waited in silence to see what he would do next. It was hard to tell if he was going to cry or punch the living daylights out of someone. 

Another word tumbled from his mouth, "Eat." 

He looked at Dom and me as he said that. He took only one stride in my direction when Daniel burst through his clothes while shape shifting into the beast. Isaac ripped through his clothes, too, following Daniel's lead. Daniel, Isaac and Josiah created a blockade to prevent him from attacking us.

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