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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

The official process worked with callous efficiency. Uniformed men crowded around the Creek, their faces washed white by the harsh spotlights hooked to the Chief's truck. Pictures were taken for record purposes and the scene was cordoned off to the public. 

Albert made the sign of the cross as the woman was hauled into a body bag by his team from the County's coroner's office. It seemed appropriate as the latest victim was dressed in a nun's regalia. He turned to the Chief, face grim, as he asked, "Were you able to ID her?"

"No," McCarthy replied with a raw voice. "And no one has been able to. There's no Parish nor is there any Convent in Glasgow Creeks. The churches here are Pentecostal."

Albert cocked a brow. "The town has a thing against Catholics?"

"No, God, no," McCarthy frowned. "We just haven't had one around after the old Parish got burned twenty years ago."