Kain is a werewolf afraid of the vulnerability that comes with life with a pack. Nevertheless, werewolves are made to protect, and his instincts kick into high gear when he meets a bruised and battered Sydney Hall. He is determined to help her see herself as the strong woman he believes she can be.
Friendship grows as two damaged people find hope in each other. Can Sydney and Kain maintain their promise to remain friends without benefits? Or, is love inevitable as two wounded souls learn to heal together?
EXCERPT
Kain froze when he saw Sydney
and the darkening bruises marring her skin. His nostrils flared as he scented
blood and his eyes took on a familiar glimmer.
Sydney’s attention was directed
inward in her misery. She didn’t even notice the newcomer until he was next to
her.
“Who did this to you?” Kain
asked, his voice soft.
Sydney didn’t answer. She just
shook her head and sobbed harder.
Bending closer Kain placed one
finger under her chin, raising her gaze to his. His eyes flashed gold as he
exerted his will. He repeated, “Who did this to you?”
Haltingly, Sydney gave him the
information he sought. “Vince. Vince Thornton.”
With an abrupt nod Kain stood, turned,
and strode from the room.
Sydney looked at Maggie through
puffy eyes. “Who was that? Where is
he going?”
“That was Kain, and I suspect he’s
going to make Vince wish he had never been born.”
“Kain? Didn’t you—ouch—tell me
he’s a werewolf?” Sydney believed in werewolves about as much as she believed
in Santa Claus, but now was not the time for that discussion. She paused in her
efforts to get back on her feet. Talking, breathing, and moving was still a bit too much to try all at once. “Why would
he defend me? He doesn’t even know me.”
“It doesn’t matter if he knows
you or not—protecting people is what werewolves do. But, that said, Kain has a
real problem with anyone who abuses women or children.”






