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Monday, October 26, 2015
*** Review For The Moonshadow's Daughter (Wolfe Creek, #3) by Kaylie Newell ***
Title: The Moonshadow’s Daughter Series: Wolfe Creek, #3 Author: Kaylie Newell Genre: Paranormal Romance Length: 225 pages
Simply amazing, what more can i say? This book was a joy to read.
Don't get me wrong it had some sad parts, with me tearing up. That
being said there was also some sweet parts to. I loved how strong
Aimee was, how fiercely she protected those she loved. Even when
those she loved let her down, she set vigilantly over them. I loved
Jake as well how much he loved her, right until he ticked me off.
I was so mad at him, he asked her to tell him her secret, but when
she did how he acted floored me. My favorite extras were Daniel
and his cat Dante. they were just so cute. the sweet little thing he
did. That poor fat cat was so sweet to put up with all the little one
did to him. It goes to show trust is a must in any relationship. Now
before I ruin this for you I will leave off here. I hope you enjoy
this book as much as
I did. If you do like this book, please
consider leaving a review.The Authors
really like it when
you do,they value your
Some secrets can kill. Others bite…
To the citizens of Wolfe Creek, Aimee Styles is dead. What
they don’t know is she’s alive…and
a werewolf. After she
was bitten two years ago, Aimee isolated herself
the town, determined to keep them safe. But all it takes is an
icy winter evening—and an incredibly virulent flu—to
Nothing prepared doctor and single dad Jake Blackstock for
of Wolfe Creek’s missing girl, or her delicate beauty.
and fiercely attracted to her, despite her
secrets and the shadows in
her near-black eyes. Jake’s
falling hard. He knows nothing about
Aimee…or what she
But something else lurks in Wolfe Creek’s shadows.
malevolent. Something that won’t hesitate to rip
apart their life and
brought her knees up to her chest, trying to get comfortable. The campfire
roared, licking the chilly air with its orange, sparking tongue. Waves of
heat caressed her face and hands, but she was still cold. And achy.
She sat on an
outcropping of rock in front of the cave where she spent her nights. She’d
learned to live simply; a sleeping bag, a few changes of clothes, a toothbrush
and a comb. Her comfort level didn’t matter much anymore. Now she’d found she
was just as happy sleeping on the ground underneath the trees as she was in a
That’s how it had
been these last two years. She could have learned to acclimate back into
society if she’d really wanted to. Could have gone back to wearing cute shoes
and going to clubs on Friday nights. But as the days passed, then stretched
into weeks and months, she found the longer she stayed away from that life, the
more she didn’t know how to embrace it again.
Besides, they think
I’m dead anyway. And I am. At least the part they knew.
An owl hooted in the
branches above and she looked up. Wispy clouds moved across the night sky,
where stars were spilled like table salt. The air smelled of burning wood and
leaves, but beyond that hung a heavy sweetness, something she’d never been able
to pick up before she’d been bit. Animals. Vegetation. Things that had
grown as familiar as the subtle scent of her perfume had once been.
reached for the sleeping bag and pulled it around her shoulders. The sliver of
moon wasn’t very high. It just peeked over the tops of the pine trees, and she
guessed it was around ten or so. Mags should be here soon.
In the distance she
heard a car making its way up the logging road. Craning her neck, she caught
the periodic flash of headlights through the trees—tiny at first, then
brighter, larger, until she heard the car round the next curve and slow to a
stop on the gravel shoulder. And then the engine cut. A door slammed.
Footsteps, coming up the hidden trail to the south. The trail she’d had taken
great pains to cover with brush and rocks. Only one person knew about it, and
Aimee rose to meet her now.
A few twigs snapped
and bushes rustled. There was a muffled f-bomb or two. She smiled and dropped
the sleeping bag at her feet.
“Jesus, Joseph, and
Mary!” Maggie exploded through the trees and into the firelight, pawing at her
hair. “I think a spider dropped on me. Can you see anything?”
Aimee grabbed her
friend by the shoulders, turning her around so she could have an obligatory
Maggie shook her long
brown curls and danced from foot to foot. “Is there anything? Get it out!”
“Oh shit. Hold
pushed her away. “I’m kidding.”
“Don’t do that.”
“I couldn’t help it.”
“And I brought you
pizza and everything.”
The tantalizing scent
wafted from Maggie’s backpack. Pepperoni and pineapple, her favorite. Her mouth
watered. It had been ages since she’d had pizza.
“Forgive me?” She
batted her eyes and clasped her hands under her chin. “You wouldn’t withhold
greasy sustenance, would you?”
Ignoring that, Maggie
stepped past, lowering herself carefully to a log in front of the fire. It
wasn’t easy. Her belly stuck out like a small beach ball underneath her jacket.
“My God. Are you
about to pop?”
Maggie wriggled out
of the backpack. “No. But it feels like it. I’ve got a few more months to go.”
Aimee sat down and
helped get her friend’s arm free of one of the heavy backpack’s straps. She
knew it would be stuffed with food and little things from home. Last time
Maggie had brought an old iPod loaded with comfort music, which was nice while
the charge lasted.
They met up here
every month, mostly just to talk, sometimes to argue. Maggie, Aimee’s best
friend since childhood, and one of only a handful of people who knew what she
had become, and where she really was, couldn’t understand why Aimee
wouldn’t come back to the land of the living. No one would have to know, she’d
pleaded. There were others who’d made it work. Maggie’s brother-in-law, Zane,
for example. She’d argued that Aimee didn’t need to be some wild mountain woman
for the rest of her life. She could live among humans successfully.
To which Aimee had
fired back, I don’t know how! And I don’t have reason enough to risk it,
Aimee looked over at
her friend now and marveled how lovely she’d become since she’d gotten
pregnant. Maggie had always been pretty. But now…now she was stunning. Marriage
agreed with her. Family life agreed with her.
Maggie must have felt
her staring, because she glanced over while opening the small box of pizza.
“I think you’re
Shoving a piece in
Aimee’s direction, Maggie laughed. “I think that’s the campfire.”
“No. You look good.
Maggie popped a few
pieces of pepperoni in her mouth and smiled. “You know me so well.”
“Well, it’s pretty
obvious. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this…I don’t know. Content.”
“I am happy,” she
said, suddenly pensive. “But I worry about you up here all alone. I wish you’d
reconsider this. For me?”
Aimee poked at the
fire with the toe of her moccasin. The fire crackled and popped at the
disruption, as tiny sparks swirled into the darkness. “What’s to reconsider?
It’s not that easy.”
Maggie rolled her
might as well say it.”
Maggie sighed and put
her pizza on her napkin. “Okay. You want me to say it, I’ll say it.” She
slapped the crumbs off her hands. “I think you’re using what happened to you as
She stared at Maggie.
“Not in the
beginning, of course. You needed time to deal with the trauma, the change, all
that. It was physical torture, emotionally horrific, and I get it. I know it’s
been even harder because this was all an accident. Jim was trying to protect
you that night and you got bitten when you were caught in the middle. None of
this was supposed to happen, but it did anyway. That said, it’s been two
years, Aimee. Two damn years and you still won’t come down off this effing
mountain. You’re part wolf. I get that, too. But you’re not dead. You could
have a life. A good one. But I think you’re too scared to try, even though you
might really want to.”
Partly because she hated being lectured. Partly because she hated when Maggie
was right. After she’d been bitten, Jim, the caretaker at the Wolfe Creek Inn
and one of her only other friends in town, had helped her through the trauma.
He’d explained what would happen, what to expect. After she’d finally gone
through the full transformation and the reality set in, she didn’t think she
could have a normal life again. She still didn’t think she could. It was all
just too hard to face.
“Just food for thought,”
Maggie said, picking up her pizza again. “So to speak.”
Looking back at the
fire, Aimee picked at her slice. All of a sudden, she’d lost her appetite.
“Hey.” Maggie nudged
her with her foot. “You can’t stay mad at a pregnant lady, remember?”
“It’s against the
rules. Rule number one, you can’t eat me. Rule number two, you can’t stay mad.”
“I can’t eat you?”
“Werewolf. You know.”
Aimee gave her a
“I love you,” Maggie
said, frowning. “I just want what’s best for you, that’s all.”
Aimee nibbled on a
piece of pineapple, the juice sweet on her tongue. It reminded her of high
school, when they met at the local pizza parlor after seventh period. A simpler
time. Never in a million years would she have guessed what was in store for
her. Back then her biggest worry had been what dress to buy for homecoming.
The wind picked up,
bringing with it a few stinging drops of rain. Soon, they’d turn to sleet.
“You doing okay?”
Maggie asked, putting her hands in her pockets. “You look pale.”
“I’m fine. Maybe a
little run down, but fine.”
The campfire danced
in the wind and the smoke blew up toward the trees. The small animals living in
their branches were silent now, burrowing down for the night. Even the owl sat
quiet, making Aimee uneasy.
“Positive.” Aimee got
up and wrapped her arms around herself. “You should get back. It’s getting
cold. I think it might snow.”
Maggie tipped her
head toward the sky. “Yeah? How do you know?”
“Just a feeling.”
Maggie slung her
backpack over her shoulder with a groan, probably glad to be heading home.
Aimee couldn’t blame her. She had a handsome husband waiting, and these woods
were creepy even in the best weather.
The wind gusted
again, almost blowing the fire out. Aimee took Maggie’s hand, helping her up.
“I think I’ll walk
you to your car this time.”
Maggie eyed her
warily. “Why?” She’d learned to trust Aimee’s animal instincts, since they’d
proven themselves valuable more than once.
Aimee looked around,
uneasy. She couldn’t smell anything—the wind was too stiff. She couldn’t hear
anything, either. But she could feel it. Something off. Something that made her
skin crawl. Not a lot. Just enough to want Maggie safe in her car and headed
down the mountainside, away from this little den in the woods.
She took her friend’s
elbow, feeling protective. She’d been the same height as Maggie growing up, but
now she was taller, leaner, more muscled. Stronger, too, but that didn’t change
the fact that part of her still felt vulnerable sometimes. The human part.
She glanced over her
shoulder again as the wind whistled through the trees. “Come on. Let’s go.”
“Should I be
“Of course not. Just
don’t want you to catch pneumonia out here.”
“What about you? Do
you need anything? Want me to bring you some lunch tomorrow?”
Aimee smiled, wanting
to pull her friend along faster. “I’m fine. Promise.”
“Will you be warm
They made their way
down the dark path, branches reaching out to snag their clothes and hair. The
wind swooshed through the pines overhead and they swayed back and forth,
shaking needles down like rain.
yellow car sat parked at the side of the logging road like a faithful friend.
She turned, her cheeks flushed, her curls blowing wildly about her face.
“Promise me you’ll be okay up here. That you’ll be warm enough, have enough to
mothering instincts are in hyperdrive.” Aimee laughed. “I’m fine. Cross my
Maggie unlocked the
door and settled into the seat to start the engine.
“You be careful
driving down,” Aimee said. “The deer will run right out in front of you.”
Maggie closed the
door and cranked the window down. “I will. You be careful, too. Not with the
deer, but…you know.”
She nodded and
stepped back. “I know.”
“So, I’ll see you
“Very soon. Now, get
She had to fight the
urge to push the car down the hill herself. Something watched from a distance,
and the hairs on the back of her neck prickled.
Maggie finally pulled
away, and Aimee stood there as the taillights grew smaller and smaller, then
disappeared altogether. Hugging herself, she looked around again. The gusts
blew harder by the minute.
Her entire body ached
now, and she thought she might have a fever. But that didn’t have anything to
do with her sudden case of the chills.
looked through his small office window and into the packed waiting room. This
flu had spread like wildfire and was currently working on Wolfe Creek’s most
vulnerable residents—kids and the elderly.
From the vantage
point of his desk, he could see two women from the local pie-baking group, who
just last week had given him an apple turnover to die for. Both pale and
miserable, they were probably wrestling with the inevitable high fever and
fatigue this particularly nasty virus brought with it.
He sighed and rubbed
his neck. He’d be late again tonight. His parents would have to keep Daniel
overnight, and he hated that. But he was the only doctor for miles and these
people had to be seen. Someday he hoped his son would understand the long hours
and missed school functions. But for now, Jake had to satisfy himself with the
fact that this was life. He did the best he could.
Shana, his nurse,
stuck her curly blonde head in the door.
“Your mom just
called. She said they’d keep Daniel tonight.”
relieved. Thank God his mother could read minds. A useful tool now. Back
in high school, not so much.
He rubbed his eyes,
put his glasses back on, and looked at the chart that lay open on the desk.
“Okay. Thanks, Shana. I’ll be out in a second.”
“Mrs. Payne is in
room two, all ready for you.”
Shana stood there a
second longer, until he glanced up again.
“Did you get those
cookies Jeanette left at the front counter?”
All the female “over
sixties” in town felt it their mission in life to bring him food. All kinds of
food. Anything and everything under the sun. Normally, this would have been
great. But there came a time when one person and his three year-old child couldn’t
eat one more bite. And if they did, they’d just go ahead and explode.
“Can you take them?”
“You know I’m doing
“Well, I can’t.
Honestly. Will you please put the word out that I’m properly fed?”
Shana leaned against
the doorframe and smiled. “She said you were looking peaked.”
“What does that even
“It means you’d
better get used to more cookies.”
Shana’s smile faded.
Her blue eyes were solemn behind her wire-rimmed glasses. “So how are you
Jake leaned back in
his chair. He should be used to this question by now, but it felt like a blow
to the chest every single time. It had been a year. Long enough to recover a
little. Not to forget, not to get over it, but to get through it. And he had,
very slowly. The anniversary was coming up, and he’d been trying to stay busy.
The busier he kept himself, the less he could think about her, or wonder how
much she’d suffered at the end when he hadn’t been there to save her.
“I’m okay,” he said
evenly. “I am. Just trying to put one foot in front of the other.”
She nodded, looking
unconvinced. “And Daniel?”
Daniel was a
different story. A boy needed his mother, simple as that. He tried to be both
mom and dad, but it was a tall order, and some days he just fell painfully
He glanced back out
at the waiting area. People were coughing, shifting uncomfortably in their
chairs. He’d already kept them waiting longer than he should have. Besides,
this conversation had taken a dangerous turn. He didn’t think he could talk
about it anymore without getting that weird choking feeling.
He clenched his jaw
and glanced back at Shana. She looked worried now, her hands clasped in front
of her belly, her thumbs rubbing each other methodically. She probably felt bad
for asking. Poor Shana. She meant well.
Jake forced a smile.
“He’s fine. We both are.” He pushed his chair away from the desk and it scraped
against the old hardwood floor. “Can you tell Mrs. Payne I’ll be right in?”