A Fire in the Shadows

A Fire in the Shadows

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In a world full of gods, monsters, and spirits, there are people blessed by the gods and ones that can create contracts with spirits. They are called Hunters, and there is one who has the potential to either save or destroy the world as we know it. Despite a history of despair and uncertainty, she never let it destroy her way of life or spirit. Zaire has always been strong and unyielding, even when others would crumble at the thought; that's why I chose to answer her call.
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Phoenix; a badass werewolf hunter. After one mission gone wrong, her dad forces her into a temporary retirement. She unknowingly moves into the center of the Wolf Claw Pack's territory. Griffin; sexy, possessive Alpha. He met his human mate, Veronica, when a pack of his wolves brought her in for interrogation. She is his entire world, but he can tell she still hiding things from him. In the back of his mind he wonders where she learned to fight and how she accepted the werewolf world with such ease. What do these two have in common? Well, when Phoenix is taken by a certain group of werewolves, did you expect her to tell them her true identity? ---------------- "You seem to keep forgetting who you belong to." He growls, pushing me up against the pool wall. "I don't remember becoming your object." "Maybe we should change that." "You're not marking me." "Says who?" He whispers lightly in my ear, his wet hair skimming my skin. Before I can react, his lips are on mine.

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