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After waiting for…ever, it’s finally here. The sequel to River’s Recruit is now available!ย
To thank her loyal followers for their patience and encouragement, Charlotte Abel is making it available for the first twenty-four hours for just $.99. On June 21st, the price will go up so grab it while it’s a bargain.
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Jonathan closed Ephraimโs journal then put it in the fireproof safe in the basement. He rubbed his eyes. He had no trouble seeing the tiny words, thanks to his enhanced vision, but it didnโt help him decipher Ephraim’s nearly illegible handwriting. It was pretty to look at but a bitch to read.ย
Thanks to Dadโs genealogy addiction, he was used to reading that type of stylized writing. Heโd already studied the book with a magnifying glassย and was able to tell Jonathan what he needed to know. He knew not to eat or drink anything in wolf formโunless he wanted to be a wolf for the rest of his life. He also knew he needed to be careful about how much time he spent as a wolf and that he needed to stay in charge. Heโd figured that part out on his own the night he merged.
There was a lot of stuff about shifter history and lore, but that could wait. It was fascinating, but Jonathan needed to focus on the things that would keep him alive and human.ย
He hadnโt shifted again since merging, and didnโt want to, but apparently he didnโt have a choice when the moon was full.
He locked the basement door, double checked the plywood sheets he’d nailed over the windows then stripped and removed his prosthesis. He wrapped a towel around his waist then FaceTimed Dad. โOkay, Iโm ready.โ
โI wish I could help you.โ
โYou are helping me.โ Jonathan didnโt know how out of control things might get so there was no way he was endangering Dad by letting him stay in the basement with him. โPromise me you wonโt try to come down here.โ
โI canโt even get out of bed without help.โ Dadโs bitter tone surprised Jonathan. It was the first time heโd heard him complain about anything to do with his illness.
โThereโs nothing you can do down here that you canโt do over the phone. The sound of your voice will help me remember who I am.โ Jonathan hoped it would be enough. According to Ephraim’s journal, he should be surrounded by older, more experienced shifters. He hoped River was with Reuben.ย
The thought of her ignited a radiant heat deep inside his chest. Ever since heโd merged, he felt her presence. It was a blessing and a curse. Their connection was real and tangible and he was grateful to have it. But the need to find her ate at him like an addiction.ย
Electricity charged the air. Jonathanโs hair stood up on end. He didnโt want to short out his phone, so he propped it up on a box thenย scooted over until his entire body was in view of the camera. โCan you see me okay?โ
Dad nodded. โPlain as day.โ
โCan you reach your water?โ
โIโm fine, son. How are you feeling?โ
โItchy.โ Jonathan scratched his chest. His bones ached, but he wasnโt going to complain about pain to Dad. “I feel like bugs are crawling all over me.”
โDonโt fight it. Embrace the change. Let your wolf help, but stay in control.โ
Tremors racked Jonathanโs body as fever consumed him. His connection to River intensified exponentially. She must have shifted.ย
Yes! Run. Find mates!
Jonathan felt as if someone had embedded a giant fish hook in his heart and was trying to reel him in. Beads of sweat popped out across his forehead and upper lip. He gritted his teeth to keep from screaming.
โJonathan? Whatโs wrong?โ
Dad carried enough guilt about delaying Jonathan’s search for River. He wasn’t going to add more weight to that burden by confessing how much it hurt to fight against their bond. โThe feverโs started.โ
โItโll break as soon as you shift.โ
Jonathanโs body convulsed then exploded in a blinding flash of pain. But it happened so fast, and disappeared so quickly, he wasnโt sure if the pain was real or imagined. He scrambled to his feet and howled.
Escape. Run.
There was nowhere to run.
Jonathan trotted around the perimeter of the basement, knowing it was futile. He scratched at every board covering every window, but was thwarted by his own prior diligence. A corner piece of plywood splintered under his front paw. He wedged his muzzle into the triangular opening and bit off another chunk.ย
โJonathan? What are you doing? I canโt see you.โ
Dadโs worried voice pricked Jonathanโs conscience, but his wolf refused to acknowledge it. He was hellbent on escape. He could almost feel the wind in his fur and the damp gravel under his paws as he ran along a river bank. The sharpย tangy scent of pine layered over the sweetness of meadow grass called to him. He knew that heโd find River there. He intensified his efforts, digging and biting at the wood. Splinters pierced his gums and paws, but he barely noticed.
โJonathan, please, I can hear you tearing something apart but I canโt see you. Youโre not on camera.โ
Jonathan tried to regain control of his wolf when he heard Dadโs plea, but the beast was too strong. Too determined to escape and find his mate. He knew he wouldnโt be able to shift back until after the moon set, but he tried anyway.
That got his wolfโs attention. He trotted over to the box where Jonathan had set up his phone and hiked his leg.
โNo! Jonathโโ The screen flickered then went black, silencing the distracting voice.
A feeling of pride and ownership flowed through the wolf. He sniffed his mark then moved to the next box and claimed it, too.ย
He marked each wall, establishing his territory.ย Mine. Mine. Mine.ย He sniffed the pile of clothes his man had discardedย and marked that, too.ย Mine.
He scratched the floor with his hind legs three times then trottedย to the window and got back to work. He would find his mate and bring her here to his new den. They would stay until the man upstairs died then go home.
Happy?
Jonathan was glad that his wolf at least acknowledged his existence, but he was not happy.ย I can’t believe you pissed on my clothes!
If you haven’t read River’s Recruit yet, pick it up today. And grab River’s Remorse while it’s on sale.
About Charlotte Abel
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Charlotte Abel was born and raised in Oklahoma where she met her soul mate, Pete. She chased him to Boulder, Colorado and finally convinced him they were meant to be together forever. They’ve raised three kids, two ferrets, three dogs and countless hamsters — and are still happily married.
She’s in love with “real” life and paranormal romance. When she’s not reading or writing, Charlotte enjoys hiking, bicycling and primitive archery (although she’s never shot at anything other than a target!)
The final book of The Channie Series, “Finding Valor,” is now available!
Look for “River’s Revenge,” the third book of “The Sanctuary Series” in early 2015.
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