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Roxanne Smolen Facts and Fiction
Category:
Young Adult/Teen
Publisher: moonRox, Inc.
ISBN-10: 0991567331
Type: Fiction
Pages: 404
Copyright: July 14, 2014
ISBN-13: 9780991567331
Price: $4.99 (eBook)
Cody attempts to save Brittany from a Super Werewolf who takes humans as thralls.
Cody Forester is a sixteen-year-old werewolf. He only found out six months ago, and already he is showing powers that Uncle Bob, his mentor, cannot match. His closest friends begin to think he is dangerous. Even Brittany, the girl he loves, says he is scary. Cody learns to keep his new abilities under wraps. Until another super-werewolf comes to South Florida.
Vilk Bodark owns Georgia. He has a hand in a variety of illegal ventures: loan sharking, money laundering, gambling. He has police chiefs, judges, and even sorcerers in his employ. He conscripts werewolves into his pack--join or die. He wants to expand his operations to Florida--and he decides Brittany, a fledgling witch, would make a fine addition to his staff.
Cody can't defeat Bodark in a straight-up fight. He must take his new powers in a different direction--in ways that scare even him. If he doesn't succeed, Brittany will be lost forever. Will his hidden superpowers be enough to save her?
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Excerpt
ONE
May 20, 2008 Loxahatchee, Florida
The scent of blood lay thick in my nose. I shouldn’t be here. It was too dangerous. I should run.
No. I had to find Brittany. Had to be with my mate during this time of death. But she hadn’t passed this way. I couldn’t smell her.
There was only blood.
My control slipped. My vision flashed red. A ball of panic exploded in my chest. I staggered into a wall.
I was not a wolf. Not only a wolf. I couldn’t shift in this place. But the moon called to me, tantalizing.
“Sir?” came a voice. “Sir, are you all right?”
I made a show of wiping my eyes, putting on my best distraught expression. “I’m trying to get to ICU.”
“You’re headed in the right direction,” the nurse said. “Just follow the gold line. The waiting room is on the left.”
“Thank you.” I nodded, looking down at the floor.
There were several lines painted on the white vinyl floor tiles, a different color for different destinations—Admitting, Out Patient, Cafeteria. The same as in many hospitals, I supposed. I remembered following colored lines when I was back in Massachusetts. Looking for my mother. The exalted brain surgeon. She was never home. Never had time for me.
When I turned out to be a werewolf, Mom banished me to South Florida to live with Uncle Bob. I’d hoped never to see the inside of a hospital again. Now, here I was. I shrugged, trying to focus. This wasn’t about me. I had to find Brittany. My mate. Only she mattered.
I forced my thoughts back to the lines on the floor. My wolf sight picked them out like in a 3D video game, hovering in mid-air. But they were all tinged with red. I couldn’t tell gold from green.
I continued forward. Straight ahead. Waiting room on the left. The smell of blood was strong, tainted by the stench of antiseptics and dying flowers. My stomach churned. I shouldn’t be here.
My thoughts drifted to Uncle Bob. He would be a wolf this night, running through the woods. His mate, Rita, was in town, and I was sure they’d be together. A glorious reunion. Running.
Running.
A whiff of coffee stirred the conditioned air. My heart quickened, and I stepped faster. The room I entered was dim compared to the hallway. I stood in the entry, breathing deeply, allowing her scent to fill me.
“Cody,” Brittany said. Her hair was purple, her eyes pink with crying. Mascara smeared her pale, perfect cheeks.
I pulled her close, and suddenly it no longer mat-tered that there was a full moon or that my inner wolf scrabbled at my gut. I was the amazing wolf boy, but for the moment, I was like any other kid holding the girl he loved.
“Hey.” Butt Crack, Brittany’s younger brother, stepped beside us. He was short and scrawny with a mop of black hair dangling over his eyes.
I shifted my hold on Brittany and held out my hand. “Hey, man. How’s your grandpa?”
He shook with me, his grip firm. “Everything’s failing at once, you know? First his lungs, now his heart.”
“He’s going to make it,” Brittany said, her voice muffled by my shirt.
I tugged her gently. “Let’s sit down.”
I led them to a beige couch in the middle of the beige room. Their parents, Dean and Dalia Meyer, stood at the window, talking quietly. I was surprised to see them together. He was an abusive man, and it had been an unforgiving divorce.
Grandpa Earle was Dean’s father. I gathered the two of them had had a falling out, and until recently, Dean lived in Georgia. Now, he seemed forever underfoot, like he could worm his way back into the family. Knowing the kind of man he was, it was hard to believe Dean cared about his father. Yet he looked haggard. He kept glancing toward the door as if he expected to see the grim reaper standing there.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” Brittany murmured.
I kissed the top of her head. “It will be all right.”
Butt Crack lowered his voice. “Mom says there’s a will. The house goes to his daughter.”
“Aunt Lynette.” Brittany sighed. “That’s better than leaving it to Dad. We’d never get rid of him then.”
“It doesn’t matter who gets it. If Grandpa dies, we’re on the street.”
My heart gave an uncomfortable lurch. I hadn’t thought about that. Would Brittany lose her home? Would she move away?
“He’ll make it,” Brittany said. “He’s not that old.”
“He’ll be seventy in July,” Butt Crack said as if he didn’t think a person could get much older.
Brittany shot him an angry glare.
Just then a doctor appeared. We jumped to our feet.
“Doctor Jordan,” said Brittany’s mother, “were you able to stabilize him?”
“I’m sorry. Mrs. Meyer.” Dr. Jordon shook his head. “We did everything we could.”
Brittany wept into my shoulder.
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