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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Praise for MOONLIT RESCUE

Dedication

Story

Thank you for purchasing this publication of The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

Moonlit Rescue

by

Leigh Erikson

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Moonlit Rescue

COPYRIGHT © 2013 by Leigh Erikson

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

Contact Information: [email protected]

Cover Art by
Angela Anderson

The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

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Visit us at www.thewildrosepress.com

Publishing History

First Black Rose Edition, 2013

Digital ISBN 978-1-61217-692-5

Published in the United States of America

Praise for
MOONLIT RESCUE

“So good I couldn’t stop.”

~Eliza Knight, Historical Romance Author

Dedication

We would like to thank those

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You know who you are.

 

The cheap apartment carpet scraping across her knees didn’t stop Kira Simon from swiping the dust ruffle aside to check under the bed.

Nothing. No monster, no predator, only a pair of tattered
boots, dust, and discarded papers greeted her. She wiped her nose to stop the tickle threatening to make her sneeze and stood, thankful no one was around to witness her childish act.

Tranquil and silent, her bedroom beckoned her for the sleep she both wanted and needed.
Even with a small bit of light in the room illuminating all the hidden corners, a shiver raced down her spine. She wasn’t alone.

Instinct screamed at her to take action, but her mind told her she was safe, overreacting. There was no need to go hunting for nonexistent demons. She sat at the edge of the bed, raising her arms above her head in a welcome stretch to let oxygen flow through her body and slow her heart rate.

Nerves subsiding, she glanced at her nightstand decorated with rocks and minerals. Collected over her lifetime, each possessed its own personality, woven with stories and histories all their own. She reached over and picked up her newest prize, a jagged silver stone. Rare and beautiful, this small piece of Earth was hers to study and decode. She’d worked for something like this her entire life, and no one would take it from her.

As she returned her treasure to its spot next to her clock, a blast of cool air brushed against her shoulder. She’d closed the windows and the ceiling fan was off, but before she could investigate, a gloved hand covered her mouth, silencing her.

“I won’t hurt you. Don’t scream,” a deep male voice whispered in her ear. “Look at me.”

She shoved her elbow back into whoever held her, hitting nothing but a hard, unmovable mass. Her body betrayed her, turning so stiff and frozen that it felt like pieces of her would snap off if she dared move, but she would rather lose a limb than give into anyone’s demands. She kicked, arched her back, and did anything she could to free herself.

“Look at me.” He curled around her, his breath brushing her neck.

She closed her eyes in silent protest as she continued to flail her arms and legs.

“Open your eyes.” The voice bore through her.

She reached up and dug her nails into the arm that held her tight, but they only bent in on themselves, inflicting no damage to her assailant.

He caught her hand. “Don’t make me force you.” The power in his voice challenged her.

She needed to see what she was up against before she made her next move. Bit by bit she opened her eyes, keeping them down and concentrating on the thick arms that trapped her. She gasped at the wide chest encased in a skintight black jacket. She was only a pebble to this mountain of a man.

“Kira, look up.” His voice softened.

Hearing her name, she managed to jerk her face away from his hand and scream, “Help!” Somehow he knew her name, but she’d never seen him or anything like him before.

He loomed above her, his face masculine with angular features framed by long, black hair. The light from the window highlighted pointed ears, yellow eyes and silver tinged skin. What was he?
No doubt someone to steal everything that mattered
.

“It’s all right!” Once more, he covered her mouth.

She bit his hand, butted him with her head, but he didn’t even flinch. His eyes began to glow, radiating a golden light. Warmth encompassed her, enveloping her in comfort as her body went limp.

“Humans are so attracted to shiny things,” he muttered. “Kira, listen to me and don’t be afraid. You’re going to come with me. You’re in danger.” He removed his hand from her mouth.

The loss of his hand left her face cold, but his voice warmed her. “Danger?” She needed to fight, but her body lost all strength.

His slow nod answered her question. “I need you to listen to me.”

“Who are you?” Her gaze remained transfixed while she floated in a sea of golden light. The scent of earth and pine trees overtook the room.

“I am Vale Convel.”

The mist in her mind allowed for only the most basic questions. “What are you?”

“I will tell you more once we leave.” His hand moved up her back, bracing her.

“Why are you here?” More importantly, why wasn’t she screaming? Her voice sounded as if someone had taken over her body and she was a puppet speaking scripted words.

“My pack has been watching you. You pose a threat, and I am here to protect you from them.”

“I don’t need protecting,” she whispered.

“You hold the key to their extinction.”

“No.” She tried to lift her head, but it fell to the side. This had to be a dream, a dream where she listened to fairytales in a strange man’s arms. “That’s crazy.” As a geologist, all she could harm were rocks, and they would never hurt her. Rocks and stones were stable.

“I promise to explain everything.” He rose off the bed, lifting her while maintaining eye contact. “You need to change and we must collect what you will need. Tell me now if there’s something you can’t live without. Pictures?”

“Pictures?” She shook her head. No pictures, no keepsakes, nothing to commemorate any great milestone except what she had dug up herself. She didn’t need anything else.

“We need to leave.”

“No.” She blinked, trying to clear the fog in her mind. “I’m not going with you.”

“It’s not your decision to make.” He looked around the room.

An avalanche of reality came crashing down on her the second he turned his eyes away, right toward her stone, her work. This was no dream, she was being taken and had to free herself. “Let go of me!” With both hands she attempted to thrust him away. “I won’t let you have it, or me!”

“Look up.” He pulled her into him and took her chin in his hand, forcing her to face him while his eyes lit up again. “We can’t keep doing this. It’s not good for you.”

His gaze met hers, and her body went limp, falling like a ribbon
into his arms.

“I’m sorry about this, but you need to be quiet, and I need to make sure we have everything.” He pressed his fingers into the crook of her neck.

Blackness encompassed her.

****

In one swift motion, Vale caught Kira, holding her light frame against him. The connection between them was strong, an excellent trait to have in a mate.

After months of watching from afar, he indulged a moment to take her in up close.
He admired her long, dark brown hair and ethereal skin that provided a perfect backdrop to her miniscule features. He wasn’t used to such a dainty upturned nose, full mouth, and elegant eyes.

Relief flooded his body and he let out a low growl. At least now he could protect her. Her safety was his only mission. “We need to get out of here.” He winced when he glanced down at her. She was covered only in a sky blue nightgown.

“Damn it.” He clenched his fist. He’d acted too fast and didn’t get all the information he wanted. She needed things for their journey. They wouldn’t be returning. Not willing to let her go, he grabbed a handful of clothes and her handbag.

Before he left, he turned and retrieved his rock from her nightstand. “You couldn’t resist.” He climbed out the window with everything he ever wanted.

****

Kira clutched the blankets, her only anchor from drowning into the darkness with a monster.
Hold on
, she told herself,
don’t let go. The dream will be over soon
.

The constant chatter of a news program coupled with a musty, dank odor broke through the haze in her brain, jolting her into an unwanted consciousness.

She let go of her security, opening her eyes to find herself in a motel room with sepia walls, outdated furniture and horrible floral print bedding. Her heart beat a rhythm of panic leaving her dizzy. “No…”

“Don’t scream.”

Her kidnapper’s voice rose louder than the television. She turned to find the crazed man with yellow eyes and silver skin nearing toward her.

She struggled out of the bed, considering the small distance between them a victory. “Get away from me.”

He moved closer, blocking the only exit in the room.

Strength exuded from him. Any attempt to fight would be futile, but she needed to save herself. She lunged for a phone book lying on a nearby table, throwing it in his direction. “You can’t take me!”

The book hit him on the chest. It fell to the floor with a thud, and he kicked the disturbance out of his path without missing a step. The only other weapon-worthy item in the room was a lamp bolted to the wall. Instead, she grabbed the bedspread and held it up between them, trying to use it as a makeshift barrier.

“I won’t hurt you.” He stopped at the far side of the bed.

“Right, that’s why you kidnapped me and took me to this four-star hotel.” She coiled herself in the foul cloth.

“Once I get you to safety, I promise the accommodations will be much better.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” Her back hit the wall. “Here’s what will happen: you are going to move aside, and I am going to leave. In exchange for letting me go, I won’t call the police.”

“Then what?” He leaned back on his heels.

“You will go away, and tomorrow I will go to work like nothing happened.” She lifted her chin. Of course, she left out the part where she wouldn’t keep her end of the bargain as she ran straight to the local authorities.

“Exactly!” He sprang into action and rushed toward her. “You will go back to work and get yourself killed.”

“What do you know about my work?” Maybe now they would get to the truth of why she was taken. With nowhere to go, she slid along the wall until the corner stopped her. She forced herself to look at him, keeping track of his every move.

He reached into his pocket, holding up her stone between two fingers and turning it to catch the light in the room. “Look familiar?”

“That’s MINE! You stole it from me.” At the sight of her stone, in the hands of her kidnapper, she dug her nails into her palm. The day she found the rock she knew it was different, much more meaningful than simply an unwanted nuisance for some land developers.

She had never encountered anything like it no matter how she researched. All she could imagine was a new element on the periodic table named after her for her colleagues to see. Somehow this man had caught on that her discovery was more than an everyday rock, or someone had hired him.

“You stole it from your employer.”

He taunted her, holding her work out, daring her to reclaim it. She paused, not breathing, waiting for the right time, and when she darted forward to snatch her treasure, the stone turned to liquid right in his hand. “It transforms?” She put her hands to her chest. Her dream changed from a solid rock to a gleaming puddle.

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