Forbidden Attraction

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Forbidden Attraction

ISBN # 9781419909962

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Forbidden Attraction Copyright© 2007 Lorie O’Clare

Edited by Mary Altman.

Photography by Les Byerley, cover art by Syneca.

Electronic book Publication: March 2007

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WEREWOLVES OF MALTA:

FORBIDDEN ATTRACTION

Lorie O’Clare

Lorie O’Clare

Winter could kick some fucking ass. A hard wind attacked Nicolo and Dimitri Spalto when they stepped out of the pickup truck.

“I can’t believe this fucking shit!” Dimitri stalked over to the mangled body, crunching hard-packed snow under his boots.

Nicolo sniffed their surroundings, filling his lungs with frigid air. The metallic smell of blood made his heart pound faster, the predator in him screaming to attack.

“He hasn’t been dead that long.” Tiny hairs prickled down his spine, the change charging forth inside him. He nudged the naked body with his boot. “He’s one of the Fernandez den.”

Dimitri paced alongside barbed wire stretching the length of two trees. “Search the area. I want to know who the fuck did this.”

“Call Josie and get him out here.” Nicolo studied his littermate’s icy glare. His brother hated asking anyone for help. “He might be able to use his gift to find what we can’t.”

Dimitri nodded. Alone, he acknowledged that Nicolo was the older littermate. It had always been like this. No one knew Dimitri better than Nicolo. Life had a sense of humor in making Dimitri the second born male. And for the first time in his life, Dimitri had what he wanted—authority, the chance to be the werewolf in control and the rank of pack leader.

“I’ll call him.” Dimitri possessed everything it took to run their pack. And hopefully leading the Malta werewolves would soothe some of the demons inside him too.

Nicolo nodded, then pulled off his gloves. A mean, harsh wind attacked his flesh as he stripped. But the roar of blood in his veins, his muscles tightening as bones popped and stretched, distracted him from the cold. His blood felt as though it boiled inside his body, the change sweeping through him. His skin stretched over his face, getting tougher and offering protection against the frigid temperature. Coarse hair popped from his pores. A rush of energy better than any good drunk soared to life inside him.

He fell to all fours, taking in his surroundings with vision much keener and senses more alive and alert than his human form could offer. Dimitri bounded off in one direction and Nicolo headed in the other. His nose to the ground, he kept an eye on everything around him while sniffing out the area. The frozen ground, with patches of snow covering the rocks, prevented smells from lingering. But he’d swear no other werewolf had been this way recently. It didn’t take long, however, before he found more barbed wire set up in the same booby-trapped fashion as the first.

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He slashed through it with his claws, ripping it free and then carefully taking it in his mouth to pull it from harm’s way. The dangerous barbs threatened to rip his flesh if he wasn’t careful. Any werewolf bounding through here at night would experience the same dishonorable death as the poor male who lay dead on the frozen ground less than a mile up the mountain.

Josie was squatted in front of the dead werewolf when Nicolo made it back to the truck. He looked up warily as Nicolo approached, caution the strongest scent on him.

Nicolo growled assurance that all was well, then moved to where he’d left his clothes.

His ears popped as the change took over, returning him to his human form. Nicolo straightened slowly, the warmth from his fur coat fading quickly. He moved stiffly, damp sweat making him even colder.

“There’s barbed wire lining the entire area.” Nicolo pulled his clothes on while watching Josie hunched next to the dead werewolf with one hand flat on the male’s chest.

“A werewolf should be allowed an honorable death,” Josie growled. His straight black hair blew across his contemplative expression while he searched the area around him.

“Yet he was sliced in two at the prime of his life.”

A large black werewolf with his coat flowing to the rocky ground leapt over several rocks and slowed, then sauntered around the front of the truck. His head low, silver eyes glowing as he stared at Nicolo and Josie, he sniffed the ground then slowly raised his head. Dimitri changed into his human form, moving toward his clothes before he’d completed the transition.

“Did you get a whiff of any werewolves in the area?” Dimitri growled more than spoke, glancing from one of them to the other with eyes that were still silver.

“Nothing.” Nicolo tossed the barbed wire into the back of the truck and then helped the other two werewolves load Fernandez back there too. They took care to lay him on several tarps, and then used one to cover him. He would be returned to his den for a proper ceremony later. “No werewolf should be allowed to live if they are willing to bring another such a shameful death.”

“Agreed,” Dimitri growled, blowing his steamy breath into his gloves and glancing at their mountainous surroundings. “Since I doubt Malta werewolves would kill their own, either the American werewolves or the
lunewulfs
have done this.”

“Other than our unfortunate friend in the back of the truck, there haven’t been any werewolves around this side of the mountain.” Josie didn’t sniff the air—a trait Nicolo often found a bit unnerving.

“What are you saying? That we aren’t patrolling our territory well enough and this barbed wire has been here awhile?” Dimitri scowled, his anger giving the cold air a spicy smell.

“All I’m saying is there’s nothing here. No smells other than our surroundings and no indication of foul play other than barbed wire and a dead werewolf,” Josie began.

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“Which is plenty of fucking foul play if you ask me,” Dimitri hissed, his temper rising quickly.

Josie wasn’t daunted. Like Nicolo, he’d known Dimitri long enough to ignore his short fuse. His pretty-boy features remained relaxed when he met Dimitri’s hard glare head-on.

“Either the wire’s been up for a while or werewolves didn’t do it.” Josie lowered his attention to his boot, scuffing hard snow while his straight black hair covered his face.

“I don’t smell any humans either. But with everything frozen, a good scent wouldn’t last that long.”

He was focused on something, but Josie didn’t smell of any emotions. Another annoying trait the werewolf possessed.

Dimitri growled. “Then what the fuck are you saying?”

“Maybe we need to beef up security.” Nicolo’s stomach turned from the mixture of Dimitri’s foul temper and the stale smell of death. It was time to close this matter up and get the hell out of here. “We’ve got an entire mountainside over here that is undeveloped. I say we guard it better or face the potential of more crimes and death.”

“There aren’t funds to employ werewolves to patrol this much land.” Josie focused on Dimitri, his large frame blocking Nicolo’s view of his littermate.

Dimitri must have seconded Nicolo’s thoughts. He headed toward the truck. “I might consider offering land for dens over here. It’s good, healthy land and in return, they would guard their own turf.”

Nicolo moved to the other side of the truck, but Josie stopped Dimitri by grabbing his arm. The two werewolves matched each other in size and strength. Josie had never once challenged Dimitri, and Dimitri’s gaze, when he glanced at the werewolf’s hand on his arm and then up at his face, showed no sign of being threatened now.

“What is it?” Dimitri asked quietly.

“Watch your tail.” As Josie spoke, a cold wind attacked the three of them.

“I always do,” Dimitri told him. He didn’t move, but instead stared the werewolf down, waiting for him to continue.

“I can’t quite sniff it out, but there’s something wrong with this picture here. And I don’t mean the obvious intended mutilation of one of our pack. Evil crawls around in many shapes and sizes. We need to be real fucking careful here.”

“What? Suddenly you’re some fucking prophet?” Dimitri shook his head and climbed into the truck. “I think we’ll head into Valle before taking the dead werewolf to his den. I need real fucking answers.”

Josie didn’t question him, but then, he didn’t have to. Nicolo didn’t possess even a small amount of the gift that Malta werewolves were known and feared for. Josie’s strength ran deeper than simply being a well-built male. Like others in the pack, Josie had the gift—a special blessing their previous pack leader, Bruno Tangaree had given some of them. Josie could do things, see things, that other werewolves couldn’t.

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Although Nicolo didn’t know the extent of Josie’s gift, he knew some of the things the werewolf detected that a normal werewolf’s senses couldn’t. He also knew that Dimitri had a hard time with werewolves who possessed the gift.

“I’ll follow you into town,” Josie said, and left the two of them to hike up to his own car parked higher up on the side of the mountain.

Nicolo and Dimitri drove in silence until they hit the main road. When Dimitri glanced his way, his expression showed concern and compassion—emotions he seldom allowed anyone else to see.

“I know you’re plotting. I can smell it.” Dimitri didn’t mean it as a joke. He searched Nicolo’s face before turning his attention back to the road. “Tell me what you think happened back there.”

“The obvious is easy enough to see. Someone wants Malta werewolves destroyed.”