Who are you? Dale demanded as he grabbed her arms and pinned her against a parked SUV.
I remember only darkness, pain and your scent.
The woman wriggled away, lifted a hand to his face. Sexual energy jumped between them at the brush of her fingers. Strong and courageous, is your heart, yet lonely and hurting so much pain.
Dale lost all sense. Crushing her against him, he fisted a hand into her hair and kissed her hard. She responded back with a moan, her tongue tangling with his.
And then she began to struggle and nipped him on his lip, hard enough to draw blood. Dale jerked away in shock.
His mind fogged. Closing his eyes, Dale fell into a dizzying vortex. When he opened his eyes, the woman had vanished into the shadows, making him wonder if she wasnt a dream.
Or his worst nightmare.
BONNIE VANAK fell in love with romance novels during childhood. After years of newspaper reporting, Bonnie became a writer for a major international charity, which has taken her to destitute countries to write about issues affecting the poor. When the emotional strain of her job demanded a diversion, she turned to writing romance novels. Bonnie lives in Florida with her husband and two dogs, and happily writes books amid an ever-growing population of dust bunnies. She loves to hear from readers. Visit her website, www.bonnievanak.com, or e-mail her at bonnievanak@aol.com.
Demon Wolf
Bonnie Vanak
www.millsandboon.co.uk
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To Robyn Lees. Strong, courageous and spunky, you fought the good fight to the end and inspired us all.
Youll live forever in our hearts.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Extract
Prologue
Nicaragua, 1990
The Contra war was over, except no one had told these guys.
The crack of bullets and rattle of machine-gun fire echoed through the mountains of northern Nicaragua. Lieutenant Junior Grade Dale Curt Curtis crouched down behind a scarred oak tree and signaled to his men to wait. Heavy green and black greasepaint disguised their faces and the green camouflage uniforms blended in with the surrounding scrub.
Intel said nothing about fighting in this region. Could be a local turf war, but the sounds of that artillery to his seasoned ears warned this was a heavier engagement. Dale pulled his boonie hat low, scanned the terrain and cursed the godforsaken ass whod assured them this area was safe to cross. But they were SEALs and accustomed to shifting gears.
He and his team of six operators had finished a successful op near the border. Now Dale had to figure out how the hell to get his men out of what was supposed to be uninhabited, safe terrain.
Motioning to his men to stay back, Dale crept through the jungle, making no noise. Four of his operators were norms. Then there was himself, a Primary Elemental Mage whose powers could blast through this jungle like a firebomb. And Etienne Wolf Robichaux, a Cajun from Louisiana, who was also a Draicon werewolf. Like him, Etienne used his powers sparingly around others.
The sickeningly sweet stench of decay assaulted his senses. Dale belly-crawled up a small rise, to a ravine and peered over. Revulsion and horror punched him.
Flies buzzed around a dozen naked bodies lying atop each other amid the dirt, grass and leaves. Women. Men. His stomach threatened to spill out the MRE hed eaten.
In his five years as a navy SEAL, hed seen his share of horrors. But this... The way the little group clung to each other, as if providing comfort in their last terrified moments, made him sick with anger.
A small whimper caught his attention. Dale raised his weapon and crawled down.
A black puppy, barely alive, hidden by the corpses. Dales throat tightened. The little guy hadnt wanted to leave his mistress.
Or maybe it wasnt a dog. He called for Wolf on the radio. When Etienne arrived, the werewolf studied the dog, his eyes furious.
Its a wolf, sir. Not a dog.
Stunned, Dale glanced at the corpses. Your people?
Not Draicon. Our young dont shift until they reach puberty. Ive never seen this species before.
Like Mages, there were different classes of werewolves.
Who are they?
I dont know. Etienne wiped a trickle of sweat from his face, smearing the green and black greasepaint. These carry a deeper, richer scent.
This place smells of darkness. No wonder the intel was screwed up.
The sounds of battle ceased. Dale glanced around and made a decision. Take the pup, head west and lead the men out of here. Use that nose of yours and flush out the smells of gunpowder, avoid the fighting at all costs.
Curt...
Its not human. Whoever did this isnt human.
Etiennes jaw tightened. All the more reason for me to stay with you, sir.
Im right behind you. Im not leaving this area for some naive civilian to stumble into and get killed.
If you ward it with magick, youll drain your powers, Etienne warned.
Dale gave a cold smile. You have no idea of the extent of my powers. Now go.
As soon as his men had passed, Dale lifted his hands, closed his eyes and began a low chant. The magick shield would prevent humans from entering the area, and save them from meeting the same fate as the wolves.
Slightly drained, he opened his eyes, and turned to leave. A low growl rumbled behind him.
The wolf was as large as a small Shetland pony. Sleek black fur stood on edge. Dale remained motionless, his gaze never leaving the creature.
Not even when the wolf opened its mouth, showing fangs as sharp as dinner knives....
* * *
Her world had shattered. Nothing mattered anymore. Her parents, her pack, they were all dead.
Simon, her little brother, whom the demons promised to spare in exchange for her slavery to them...dead, as well. The demons had lied.
She was only eleven, but already experienced in her powers as wolf. In wolf form, Keira stumbled through the undergrowth. Rage and anguish blinded her to everything. Soon the demons would return and force her to do their bidding.
Magick skimmed her fur, pinged off her muzzle. Light, good magick. She shook her head and growled and loped toward the source.
A tall man lifted his hands to the sky and chanted. He was clad in uniform, his face disguised, and the metallic scent of weaponry clung to him. Rage engulfed her. How dare he violate her peoples final resting ground?
Blinded to everything except the red haze to hurt as she hurt, she stalked forward and growled.
The man fingered the gray metal weapon and she charged.
Knocking him down, she leaped on him and raked a sharp claw over his arm. But the man made no move to fire the weapon.
Confused, she backed off, watching warily as he stood. Their gazes met and she felt an odd connection, as if this powerful man of magick understood.
He regarded her quietly, sadness in his gray eyes. I wont hurt you. I will not return evil for evil, for whatever was done to your people is making you react.
A giggle sounded nearby. Keira tilted her head, fear curling in her stomach. The demons were returning for her. Pure evil had infiltrated the region and it would never die. But this man whod refused to hurt back, he was good. She sensed it.
She lowered her head, pawed at the ground and hit him with her muzzle, urging him to leave. The mans mouth narrowed.
I wont leave you here alone.
Keira growled and head-butted him again. The man seemed torn, and glanced toward the west. She knew if the demons found him here, theyd enslave him, as well. He must not remember her, or hed return. She sensed it.
So she bit him. He yelled and looked down at the wound, blood trickling with her saliva, saliva that carried the memory spell the demons infused into her. By the time he looked up, she was gone, fleeing into the forest toward her captors, vanishing from the mans sight and memory.
Giving him time to escape to safety.
While she charged forward straight into hell.
Chapter 1
If he discovered her true identity, the powerful Mage would kill her.
From across the bar, Keira Solomon studied her quarry. The glass of white wine gripped in her trembling hand rattled against the polished wood counter. She ignored the flirting drunk to her right and riveted her gaze to Lt. Commander Dale Curtis.
The navy SEAL commander of Team 21 sat by himself, his expression as lonely as she felt. Keiras heart went out to him, knowing she was the reason for his turmoil.
Careful, she warned herself. If you let him get under your skin, youre a dead woman. She concentrated on the man instead of her feelings, gauging how to approach him.
Though he looked no more than thirty-eight, the Mage was hundreds of years old. The commander had taut, angular cheekbones, a chin carved from granite, tempered by a full, wide mouth. His thick black hair, silvered at the temples, did not touch his starched collar. He looked like a powerful man of strong character, unaccustomed to compromise. But his most striking feature was his piercing gray eyes, shaded by thick, dark brows. Those eyes could become hard and unyielding, coaxing a confession out of the most tight-lipped prisoner, or turn seductive with promise, charming a woman into his bed.
Shed discovered all this about the man from listening to gossip in public haunts like this bar.
A severe khaki uniform hid a body firm with muscle that was now layered with deep scars. Keira knew the depth and width of each mark, knew how hed endured, tight-lipped, as each one lashed his skin. And she knew the depth of his screams when the agony she inflicted became too much to bear when the Centurion demons forced her to hurt him.
No other man had survived such torture. Past victims had died from the force of her claws. Centurion demons had enslaved her to torture others. Now she had a rare chance to break free, because the man shed tortured was strong enough to vanquish the demons for eternity.
Hey, sweetie. Obviously determined to get her attention, the big, barrel-chested drunk put a paw on her arm. Lemme buy you another drink.
Giving him a look of utter disdain, she pushed her glass aside. No, thanks. I dont accept favors from gorillas.
The man narrowed his eyes as his companions chortled with laughter. Aint no ape.
Okay, then. Chimp shifter. She gave him a singularly sweet smile. I cant quite tell, but you all smell the same.
Bitch. The shifter scowled. I should drag you out to the parking lot, show you the meaning of respect. Flat on your back, your legs spread.
Demon blood surged. Keira held up a hand. Like flicking a switchblade, her claws emerged, each a razor-sharp talon. Ape Boys eyes widened as she gouged the bars surface. Care to try?
The men pushed away from the bar and fled. She sighed.
I hate having to do that, she muttered to no one.
One day, she wouldnt have to worry about the demon blood inside her. The key to her freedom lingered temptingly close, but it wouldnt be easy to fool him. Curtiss piercing gray eyes could see straight inside her, and discover who she really was.
And if that happened, no point fearing the demons capturing and enslaving her once more.
Because Curtis would have at her first.
* * *
Ladies night at the paranormal Dive Bar.
Once a month, Tom dropped the magick shield blinding humans to the bars presence. He announced two-for-one drinks and the human women streamed inside as if hed offered marriage proposals to millionaires.