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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

Over seven hundred people attended the combined funeral of the fallen Glasgow Creek murder victims. They spilled out onto the lawn of First United Baptist, which was the only one in town large enough to be up to the task. Folks came from all over the town, few came from the county (mostly feeds) and even from the neighboring towns. People who had never so much as met one of them. The viewing line before the eight ivory caskets stretched far beyond the parking lot and took more than two hours.

It was a hell of a thing, seeing all those caskets draped with roses and daisies and closed so tightly. One of them with the old detective Larsson inside.

It didn't make sense that he could be dead. That he could be killed, and be killed in such a violent way, just lying there in the woods without fighting. None of the victims ever seemed to put up a fight.