One Spirited Woman + Three Coyote Shifters = E-Reader Ecstasy
Sophie’s
Shifters, Wolf Clan Shifters #3
By Ann GimpelDream Shadow Press
66K words
Book Description:
Late 1930s, California.
The winds of change are blowing
hard as shifters gather deep in the Sierra Nevada Mountains for a war powwow.
Tempers run high as they argue their next move. An unexpected attack from more
Hunters than they’ve ever seen forces their hand, and Blake, alpha for the
coyote clan, fights alongside his brothers. He’s grimly pleased when every
single one of their enemies is finally dead, the bodies chucked into glacial
crevasses.
Sophie Laughing Wolf tracked
her hated brother into the mountains. Gifted with foreseeing, she wants to make
certain he ends up just as dead as he was in her vision. When the large group
of men he’s with are set upon by shifters, mythical dual-natured beings who can
take animal forms, she hides, calling on earth power to shield her.
It doesn’t work. Two shifters,
back in their men’s bodies, haul her from her hiding place once the battle ends
and drag her before their chief. He spares her life—for now—but she senses the
animosity the others have for her. They see her as a threat, a witness to
multiple murders.
When the mate bond strikes, she
fights its pull. So does Blake. He can’t believe the gods would be so cruel as
to bind him and his lieutenants to a woman with blood ties to Hunters—their
ancient enemy. She runs from her fate. So does he, but the bond burns bright,
transcending everything.
Excerpt from Sophie’s
Shifters:
…Jed slipped and slid down the
glacier, grateful his mate Alice wasn’t there to read him the riot act. An
accomplished mountaineer, she’d have laughed herself sick after the second time
he fell on his ass and slid twenty feet.
“Goddammit!” Terin screeched
from behind him and went flying past on his stomach. He shifted mid-slide and
dug his claws into the icy surface to stop his suicidal descent. Once he’d
stopped on the uphill side of a boulder, he shifted back.
Jed drew to a halt next to him.
“Good thing you didn’t bother getting dressed. Your clothes would be strewn
over the last fifty feet of ice in shreds.”
“Yes and no,” Terin muttered,
glancing pointedly at Jed’s shoes. “My boot soles would have helped—a lot.
Jesus but I’m glad Alice isn’t here to see this.”
“Keir’s doing okay in bare
feet,” Bron noted, catching them up. “And I’m not doing that bad, but the soles
of my feet hurt like hell—and I miss my claws.”
Jed eyed the edge of the glacier.
Patches of rocks and dirt, interspersed with ice, began a couple hundred feet
below them. Walking would get much easier then. He grabbed one of Terin’s arms.
Bron seized the other one, and together they lurched over the remaining
rock-studded ice.
“We have a problem,” he said
without preamble.
“Tell me something I don’t
know,” Bron muttered.
“We have to get home and make
sure Alice is okay,” Terin added.
Jed winced. He’d wanted to
leave someone home with the women, but neither Alice, nor Megan—Les and Karl’s
mate—would have any part of that. He reached for Alice through the mate bond,
but she was too far away for him to sense anything.
“Which particular problem were
you alluding to?” Bron asked. “Somehow it seems like more than getting out of
these mountains with our hides intact.”
“It is,” Jed said tersely. “Les
and Karl found a woman. They’re holding her back in the cave.”
Terin stopped dead. “What? Is
she a climber like Alice, who got stranded up here?”
“Somehow, I don’t think that’s
it,” Jed muttered.
“We’ll find out soon enough,”
Bron broke in. “Shit! If she came with the Hunters, we’ll have to kill her.”
“That already occurred to me.”
Jed shot a pointed look at his lieutenant. “Keir said the same. He was standing
close enough to hear when Les gave me the bad news.”
“Damned shame.” Terin shook
loose from them. “I’m good. I don’t need you two to nursemaid me anymore.”
They covered the remaining half
mile to the cave in silence. Terin and Bron went to collect their clothes, and
Jed strode briskly to a back corner where he sensed Les and Karl. Crouched
behind them in a quivering mass was a woman with her head buried in her crossed
arms. Long black hair shot with thick silver streaks spilled around her onto
the dirt floor. She was swathed in dark colored wool and flinched away when Jed
hunkered next to her.
He probed her mind and found
terror so gripping, it obliterated everything else. He started to tell her not
to be afraid, but the words died on his tongue. He couldn’t give her any
guarantees, and he wouldn’t lie to her.
“Who are you?” he asked,
keeping his voice gentle.
“We tried that, boss,” Les
said.
“At first, all she did was
moan,” Karl added. “She got quieter after a while, but she hasn’t answered any
of our questions.”
“Where’d you find her?” Jed asked.
“After we lifted the last of
the bodies in our sector out of the moraine, so others could move them up the
mountain, Les and I sensed something living. It wasn’t a Hunter, but it was
human, so we dug a little.”
“Didn’t have to go far,” Les
cut in, “before we found her hiding between a huge piece of deadfall and a big
rock.” He shrugged. “Without our wolf senses, we’d never have discovered her.”
A low whimper escaped from the
woman, and Jed laid a hand on her arm. “What’s your name?” he repeated.
“Just get it over with.” Her
low, musical voice was strained. Hysteria trod near the surface.
“Get what over with?” Jed
probed. Maybe if he could get her talking, he could learn something.
The woman lifted her head from
her crossed arms and Jed’s eyes widened. She was absolutely stunning with huge
midnight blue eyes. Pronounced bone structure and copper skin suggested Native
American blood flowed through her veins. Sharp cheekbones, a hawk-bridged nose,
and a squared-off chin lent her an exotic cast.
She tilted her chin at a
defiant angle. “You have to kill me. I know too much. Get it over with. The
others—” she cast a spurious glance Les and Karl’s way “—they were waiting for
you to make the decision.” Her mouth worked as if she’d tasted something
bitter. “Anyway, get it over with. I took my chances when I tracked my brother
today. If he’d known, he’d have forbidden me to come.”
Jed frowned. “One of the
Hunters was your brother?”
The woman nodded mutely. “Yeah,
that’s what I just said, isn’t it? Get it over with, white man. If you’re going
to kill me, do it. If not, let me go.”
Bron and Terin had joined them
once they’d dressed. Bron passed a hand over the woman’s head, and Jed felt him
probing with shifter magic. “You have white man’s blood too,” Bron murmured.
The woman shot him a scathing
look. “Not much. What of it?”
“Where we come from in Canada,”
Les said, “Indians are friends to those like us.”
She curled her upper lip in
withering scorn. “We have enough problems without associating with shifters.
You’re nothing but trouble. Bad enough we got stuffed onto reservations, land
no one else wanted.”
Jed tried a different tack.
“Why’d you track your brother today?”
She buried her head in her arms
again, refusing to look at him.
“Please.” He gentled his voice.
“Give us something to work with. Les and Karl, my brothers who found you,
didn’t harm you.”
“Only because they were waiting
for you, their chief.” Her voice was muffled.
“Goddammit!” Les squatted in
front of her and yanked her head upward. “Karl and I could’ve killed you. We
didn’t. We were not waiting for Jed
to make that call. Tell us why you were tracking your brother.”
Jed heard compulsion flow
beneath the other shifter’s words.
The woman drew back. She tried
to combat Les’ spell, but the contest was laughable. “To stop him,” she said.
The words were clearly dredged from her, but they held the ring of truth.
“Good. He needed to be
stopped,” Les said. “Why’d you think he’d listen to you?”
The woman’s face crumpled and
she started to cry, big noisy gulping sobs that ripped through her. “It’s not
what you think. I didn’t try to make him listen to me,” she managed between
ragged breaths. “I have the gift of prophecy—farseeing—and I knew things would
go to hell for all of them today.”
“Do your visions always come true?”
Jed probed. Despite the problems the woman presented, her story fascinated him.
She nodded, but didn’t say
anything further.
“Did your brother know you
followed the Hunter group?” Jed asked.
She shook her head. “No. He
doesn’t share my gift. His magic came mostly from the goddamned white man’s
Church.”
“Odd none of the rest of them
sensed you behind them,” Karl muttered.
“Not odd at all,” she shot
back, choking a little on snot running down her face. “I can blend my energy
into the rocks, the dirt.”
“We found you,” Karl pointed
out.
“Because you were in your
natural form, and wolves sense such things far more acutely than men.”
Jed waved Karl to silence. This
was going nowhere fast. Returning his attention to the woman, he said, “So you
came along, but didn’t talk with him. Didn’t try to warn him. Help me
understand why.” Jed hoped things might get clearer, but so far they were just
becoming more confusing.
“Let me get this straight.”
Bron hunkered next to Les and caught the woman’s gaze with his dark one. “You
saw in a vision that your brother would die, and you came along anyway but
didn’t try to warn him. Did you want to make certain he was dead?”
Jed silently offered his
lieutenant credit for shrewdness. If the woman knew today would end in a
bloodbath because she’d seen it—and she made no attempt to warn her
brother—what other reason would she have had for trailing after him.
The woman’s sobbing escalated.
She tried to jerk her chin out of Les’ grip, but he held fast. “Yes,” she
gasped out. “Yes. I hated that bastard. He…used me, hurt me the way men hurt
women, when I was only ten years old and never stopped until I ran away when I
was sixteen. No one believed me. No one c-cared.” Her last words were almost
obliterated by sobs.
Suddenly her phrase to stop him took on a whole new meaning.
Jed just stared at her. “So it’s not that you didn’t say anything today. You
never told him anything.”
She did yank her chin away then
and spat on the dirt floor. “Hell no. I haven’t spoken to him in ten years, but
he’s blood and he shows up in my visions.”
Running on instincts that had
rarely failed him, Jed glanced at the four wolf shifters ranged around him.
They didn’t need to talk. After hundreds of years of working together, they
understood one another.
“Stand up.” Jed told the woman.
“Why?”
“Did you see your own death in
your vision?”
An odd look washed over her
face before she shook her head and pushed herself upright. Standing she was of
a height with Jed, and her hair reached past her ass. She squared slender shoulders.
“Is that a backhanded way of saying I can leave?”
Jed shook his head and hurried
to add words before she sank into a puddle of terror again. “You’re right that
we can’t allow you to return to your life. We have no idea who you are, who
you’d tell. We could wipe your memory of us, but you’d still recall the death
that happened in this canyon.”
“What are you going to do with
me?” Her voice shrilled and she jerked her chin upward. “If you think you’re
going to abuse me like my brother, think again, white man. I’d rather be dead.”
“We don’t do that to women.”
Terin pushed into her line of vision so she had to look at him.
“Not what I’ve heard,” she
retorted. “My brother said he learned it from you.”
“Bull crap!” Jed said
succinctly. “I’ve never known a shifter to take a woman against her will. Not
on my watch, and not in my clan.”
“You planning to bring her home
with us?” Bron quirked a dark brow.
Jed nodded. “The only
question—” he focused on the woman “—is whether you come willingly, or we knock
you out and carry you down the mountain.”
“Home as in staying under the
same roof with five men?” Her face twisted into a grimace. “No. Not happening.
Just kill me here and get it over with.”
“We’re mated,” Karl informed
her. “Les and I have a mate. Her name is Megan. And Jed, Bron, and Terin are
mated to Alice.”
The woman tossed her head.
“Fine. Just because you located some sluts who—”
Jed snaked out a hand and
slapped her hard across the face. He grabbed her head between his hands and
forced her to look at him. “Never say one bad word about my mate. I love her.
So do Bron and Terin. Don’t disparage what you don’t understand.”
A shocked look blossomed on her
face and she muttered, “Sorry,” before looking at her feet.
“Let go of her, boss.” Bron
pulled Jed’s hands away. “She only understands what she’s lived. And it hasn’t
been pretty.”…
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