“And how many times did he have to save you?”
“Three times,” she said. “And he did.”
“Well, what was the last one?”
“He saved me from myself,” she said. And he had. Before Neil came into her life, she hadn’t been able to accept and deal with the loss of her family. Knowing that she now had an extended family of close to one-hundred in his pack brought a way for her to release the demons inside her, the ones that reminded her she was alone.
She sipped on her margarita, the ice sliding down her throat feeling incredibly good, even on the chilly night. “What do you think they’re doing right now?”
“Baying at the moon.”
She smiled.
Off in the distance, a howl could be heard, the sound of an animal, a dog or a wolf, crying out to the moon in the distance.
Marissa glanced at Kristy.
Both women smiled.
It was a good moon.
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And like any storyteller, Candice’s stories get bigger with every telling. Lyrical Press is reprinting Unholy Night, originally featured in an anthology, but only after Candice reworked and added quite a bit.
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Table of Contents
Cover
Back Cover Copy
Highlight
Copyright
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
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