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He Cried Wolf

He's in love with a werewolf, what could go wrong? Kyla Odin is a werewolf who became one, not by choice. Her parents were killed by the one who changed her. Albert Torino is a normal human superstar police officer, loved by all--especially the women for his good looks, gutsiness, and resilience in the police force. When bodies with animal bites and gunshot wounds start turning up in Glasgow Creek, Albert is called to investigate the murders. He meets Kyla, and his 99% accurate instinct tells him to be wary of her, but his throbbing libido has other plans of its own. Her alluring beauty entraps him into her world of secrets, danger, and lies. There's a killer on the loose. There's a growing sexual tension between them, and there's also the little issue of her shape-shifting abilities. ******* This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. He Cried Wolf. Copyright 2021 by Dewunmi Eri. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in articles or reviews.

Dewunmi_Eri · Urban
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146 Chs
#SYSTEM
#R18
#MYSTERY
#SURVIVAL
#WEREWOLF
#SWEETLOVE
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ALPHA
#BADBOY

One thirty two

Henson was busy replacing a busted kitchen pipe when a Molotov went through the window of his front room. He was still trying to figure out what was going on when another went through the kitchen window. 

He scurried out from under the sink, heartbeat racing as he took in the chaos around him. He ran to the front room, attempting to use the door but was stopped by the hot flames that were slowly eating up his pieces of furniture. Retracting his steps, he made a play for the screen glass at the back. Somehow, a Molotov had gone through that as well, causing fire to block that path as well.

He cried for help. But the voices of an angry mob and the sounds of broken glasses as the Molotov kept on coming, drowned out his pleas for help. The smoke got rather intense, making it very difficult for him to breathe. He ran upstairs to his bedroom, then made a play for the bathroom, when another Molotov came in through his window.