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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

Thirty-seven

"When did you arrive?"

"A little over an hour ago. Come assist me in the kitchen."

"What are you cooking?" Kyla dropped her purse on the island and pulled off her shoes.

"Callaloo, macaroni pie, rice, fish, potato salad, stewed pigeon peas, and chicken pelau." he smiled. "I had it on the trip, and it was divine. Since I couldn't save some for you, I decided to recreate the experience at home."

"Sounds good. Do you have the recipe?"

"Yes, I do. Come."

She followed her grandfather through rooms with dark wood and built-in cabinets. The farther they traveled from the front room, the warmer and more humid the rooms became. By the time she reached the kitchen, she was wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. The window A/C unit in the kitchen whined and rattled but couldn't put out enough cool air to make the place comfortable.