Amber Flame (The Flame Series Book 4)
AMBER FLAME
THE FLAME SERIES #4: THE WOLVES OF FIVE BRIDGES
A PARANORMAL ROMANCE
CARIS ROANE
Amber Flame - The Flame Series #4: The Wolves of Five Bridges
By Caris Roane
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
Dear Reader,
Welcome to the fourth installment of the Flame Series called AMBER FLAME! If you’ve read DARK FLAME (Book #3), you will have met Fergus briefly, the alpha of the Gordion Pack. I’ve looked forward to embracing the shifters of Five Bridges for a long time and here’s the first one just for you!
Against his alpha wolf principles, Eric Fergus, seduces a beautiful fae woman in the dreamglide and soon discovers she’s the only woman who can save his life…
Fergus has been without an alpha-mate for three years, from the time his wife was murdered. He’s failed repeatedly to bond with the female wolves of the Gordion Pack. When he rescues a fae woman from a sex club, his need to bond with her goes into overdrive. But how can an alpha bond with a fae? Can his pack ever accept her as his bonded mate?
Mary has lived a solitary fae life in the Territory of Revel. As a veterinarian, she’s established a thriving small animal practice. Having survived a recent abduction, she’s leery of entanglements of any kind. But when Fergus contacts her through a dreamglide, asking her to save his life, she hurries to the Graveyard and rescues him from certain death. But when she discovers that for the past month he’s been her lover in the dream-world, she’s appalled. Mary doesn’t like wolves or anything to do with Savage Territory. She wants him out of her life, but soon realizes if she doesn’t serve as his bodyguard the whole territory will go to war and hundreds of innocent wolves will die. But how can she align herself with the wolves of Five Bridges?
I hope you’re enjoying the Flame Series. I’ve had a wonderful time developing a world inspired by my love for bridges and of course, hunky warrior types of every
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CHAPTER ONE
FERGUS SAW A GLINT of something metal slide out of his challenger’s black leather wrist guard. Before he could move, the skewer pierced Fergus’s gut, then punctured the base of his heart.
A searing pain drove through his abdomen.
His whole body seized.
A blow followed as Sydon, the contender in the wolf dominance battle, used his fist to knock Fergus into the sand.
Fergus landed on his side and the air fled his lungs.
He had only one chance of surviving the illegal skewer stab; he had to shift. With a thought, he transformed into his wolf shape.
Since Fergus’s heart was leaking blood, he couldn’t move and he couldn’t defend himself.
But Sydon didn’t stop. He added more blows with his fist to Fergus’s head.
Fergus watched Sydon leap into the air.
Shit, this was going to hurt.
Sydon came down hard, jumping onto Fergus’s ribs.
Fergus heard the bones crack. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think. He couldn’t do a damn thing.
Sydon howled his victory.
Fergus heard a shrill whistle which ended the Savage Territory dominance battle. About the same time, Fergus passed out.
When he came back to consciousness, he was still in wolf form. Instead of the sand pit, though, he was on the bed of a truck being bounced to hell and back. His tongue lolled out of his wolf mouth.
His heart barely beat, and he couldn’t breathe very well, except for small puffs of watery air.
He passed out again.
When he woke up, he’d been thrown onto a heap of broken up cement, dirt and weeds. He heard a lot of male laughter and the roar of a truck engine. A spray of gravel hit him as the vehicle wheeled out of what he recognized as the Graveyard.
So, this is where he would die.
He knew the place well. As a Savage Territory Border Patrol officer, he was familiar with the central part of Five Bridges where at least a dozen
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creatures were dumped every night. Most were dead. But the few that arrived still breathing, yet unable to move, would perish once dawn arrived. Long-life came with an aversion to sunlight.
Thirsty, cold and shaking, Fergus knew he didn’t have long to live. He was already half separated from his corporeal being.
But he didn’t want to die, and he sure as hell didn’t want to leave the Gordion Pack in the hands of a fucking psychopath like Sydon. Worse, he’d felt his bond with the pack break, a sudden severing that felt as painful right now as the puncture in his heart.
Sydon.
Bile filled his mouth.
The rogue alpha would send the female wolves into the sex and drug trade along Savage Strip, he’d rape the women at will, believing it was his due, and he’d order the strongest male wolves to begin moving drugs in and out of the territory.
Sydon represented everything evil in their world.
His thoughts took a sudden hard turn.
Mary.
Oh, God, he didn’t want to leave her.
For the first time in years, since his wife’s murder, he had a woman in his life. Over the past month, since he’d helped rescue Mary Somers from a despicable sex club in Revel Territory, he’d been sharing her bed. Sort of.
The problem was, she didn’t know about their relationship in real-time, only in what was called a fae dreamglide. When he’d fabricated his first dreamglide, something a wolf shouldn’t be able to do, he’d had one purpose in mind: To bed the woman he craved. Having reached the peak of his mate-hunting cycle, he’d wanted Mary as though she was rain to his parched earth.
A woman’s voice penetrated his fading mind. It wasn’t Mary’s, but sounded a lot like his dead wife.
Fergus, use the dreamglide. Mary can save you. Let her save you.
Sharon?
Yes, I’m here. But don’t waste time on me. Focus on Mary.
What did he have to lose?
With the last ounce of his strength, he formed a dreamglide. Once within it, yet weaker than he’d ever been before, he stood up in his human, non-wolf form, and took the helm. Focusing on Mary, he located her, then piloted the dreamglide swiftly.
He found her sitting on the floor of her family room going through photos of her life from before her
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transformation. She’d been in Revel Territory five years. All of her family was gone. He’d learned a lot about her over the past month.
Three of her several rescue cats lay stretched out near her, one with his paw on a photograph.
For a moment, Fergus didn’t know what to do. He usually reached Mary in her dreams, but right now she was awake. Could he even make contact with her?
He had to try.
He called to her telepathically.
Mary?
She straightened her back and grew very still, definite signs that she’d heard or felt something.
Mary, it’s Fergus and I need your help. I’m dying. Hell, I may already be dead.
She rose to her feet and turned in a full circle, wild-eyed. The cats scattered, running away from her obvious distress. One of them bumped a bird cage near the window and set the inmates chattering as well.
She must have heard him. Hope sent a flame through his chest.
“Fergus? You mean the wolf from Savage?”
He was surprised, then realized they’d never even met in real-time. He might have carried her out of Roche’s hellhole, but she’d been unconscious the whole time.
Yes, the wolf from Savage.
It seemed strange that she didn’t know him. How many times had he had made love to her in the dreamglide? Dozens, yet the blocks she’d put in place kept her from knowing who he was.
“Where exactly are you?” She searched the room.
In the dreamglide, the one we share.
At these words, she grew very still once more. “What do you mean, the one we share?”
He’d never expected that these would be the circumstances under which Mary would come to learn what they’d been doing together. She had no idea right now how much he’d grown to care for her or how many times they’d talked and shared their thoughts with each other.
Was it possible he’d fallen in love with her?
For a moment, as he watched her, he forgot about his plight in the Graveyard or how dizzy he felt or that death was riding his heels. Instead, his wolf was all about the barefoot woman in jeans and a purple silk tank.
She had large light brown eyes and a rich scent that captivated him, layered with roses and a sharp, wood-like yarrow. His nostrils fluttered. Even in the dreamglide he could catch her scent.
Her long, blond hair hung around her shoulders and down her back. He’d loved holding her thick hair in his hands when he made love to her, especially when he took her from behind. He’d slowly wrap the length around his forearm to control her. She’d howl softly, like a wolf despite the fact that she was a fae woman from Revel Territory.
“Fergus? Answer me. Are you still there?”
Sorry. Got distracted. Can you come to my dreamglide? I need to talk to you.
“Okay, but I don’t get it. How can you create a dreamglide? You’re a wolf. And are you saying we’ve been together in the dream-world?”
Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. But you didn’t want to know what we were up to, so you set up blocks.
She put a hand to her breast. “You mean, you and I have been together?”
Yes.
“Physically? As in sex?”
Yes.
The full month that they’d been lovers, since he’d helped rescue her from Neal Roche’s perverted sex club, had been the most satisfying and intense four weeks of his life. Mary had been a willing, enthusiastic participant in the dreamglide, but she’d refused to let her real-time self know that she was involved with him.
Mary didn’t like wolves.
