Celtic Moon (A Celtic Wolves Novel)
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Like father, like son…
Sophie Thibodeau has been on the run from the father of her son for more than fifteen years. Now her son, Joshua, is changing, and her greatest fears are about to be realized. He’s going to end up being just like his father—a man who can change into a wolf.
Dylan Black has been hunting for Sophie since the night she ran from him—an obsession he cannot afford in the midst of an impending war. Dylan controls Rhuddin Village, an isolated town in Maine where he lives with an ancient Celtic tribe. One of the few of his clan who can still shift into a wolf, he must protect his people from the Guardians, vicious warriors who seek to destroy them.
When Sophie and Dylan come together for the sake of their son, their reunion reignites the fierce passion they once shared. For the first time in years, Dylan’s lost family is within his grasp. But will he lose them all over again? Are Joshua and Sophie strong enough to fight alongside Dylan in battle? Nothing less than the fate of his tribe depends on it…
clear, perfect for a morning run. A sad feeling settled in her chest as she took off down the gravel-covered road, starting at a steady jog. She missed her dog . . . Well, Matthew’s dog. Tucker had always run with her in the mornings. She had felt safer with the Great Dane by her side. Matthew, or Taliesin, or whatever his real name was, hadn’t returned her call, nor had she tried to call him back. What was the point? She had left a message and he knew her number. And frankly, she was
front of his chair and gave him a pointed look. “Sin may be trying to protect Sophie. He obviously cared enough to get involved.” Condemn or protect? “Are they not one and the same?” Dylan felt as if a vise had tightened around his heart. Anyone who knew Taliesin’s history understood the frightening significance of that statement, because every person that man cared about always ended up dead. Elen didn’t deride him with false words of solace. “Then it has finally come.” Her voice
sweatpants caught on a rock or fallen branch, she wasn’t sure which, just something sharp that exposed her calf as he continued to yank and her clothing refused to follow, bunching up around her knee. “Is that why you’re running away?” “What?” she seethed through clenched teeth. “Running away? Are you crazy? I’m not running away. I’m jogging.” “Jogging?” He sounded confused. “Yes, jogging. You know . . . like . . . exercise.” She lunged forward, grabbing at the ground for more
tackled the running shirt that holstered her gun, frowning when the garment proved too snug to yank off. “Remove this,” he ordered. She sent a nervous glance toward the door. “What if someone comes in here?” “Everyone in Rhuddin Hall knows not to disturb us in our bedroom when the door is closed, even your mother.” “Let me take a shower first,” she pleaded, though he sensed submission in her voice. “No.” Watching him through a heavy-lidded gaze, Sophie leaned forward and
favor, considering . . . “Math sent the Guardians to us,” he said. “I would not be surprised if they headed straight back to the White Mountains. They’re too arrogant to assume we’ll actually follow.” “I know.” And for the first time in sixteen hundred years, Dylan walked away from his siblings, his people, and his responsibility as their protector, and followed his heart. Before leaving, he gave his son a gentle squeeze around his chest, a final promise. “Stay with Luc. I will return with