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Wolf and Flame
They were never meant to find each other. Javier Garcia is a guardian; one of the wolves sworn to protect those who cross the desert under the cover of darkness. He knows the rules. Protect the vulnerable. Stay hidden. Never get involved. Then he catches her scent. Maeve Callahan isn't a migrant. She isn't supposed to be here. And there's something burning beneath her skin-something ancient, something dangerous... something Javier doesn't understand but can't stay away from. When a forgotten force known only as the Devourer begins to stir, the fragile balance between worlds starts to unravel. Corruption spreads. The Ashborn rise. And Maeve may be the key to stopping it all... if her power doesn't destroy her first. But wolves don't choose their fate. They recognize it. And Javier is about to realize that protecting Maeve might mean losing everything, including himself. A dark paranormal romance about fate, fire, and the things that hunt us in the shadows.
Chapter One
The desert was too quiet. Javier knew better than to trust the quiet. He stood near the edge of the ridge, the wind dragging heat and dust a…
Chapter Two
After a while, Javier’s tired eyes saw campfires ahead. The silhouettes of his people flickered in the firelight as they worked. Most chores…
Chapter Three
Maeve woke slowly, as if surfacing from deep water. She didn't move at first; her head pounded, her mouth was dry and sour. The last thing s…
Chapter Four
The flames slowly died down. Only smoke and glowing sand remained. Maeve stood at the center of burned ground, breathing hard, stunned, and…
Chapter Five
Maeve woke to the sound of voices and the smell of coffee. For a moment, she didn't move. She lay on the narrow cot, staring at the canvas c…
Chapter Six
Mateo stood up, and Maeve realized how hungry she was. The slice of bread from earlier was long forgotten. Reluctantly, a confused Maeve tur…
Chapter Seven
Javier watched Maeve walk away, the tension in her shoulders etched deep. She hesitated for a moment, her breathing shallow, hands trembling…
Chapter Eight
The fire had burned down to embers, glowing red and gold in the center of camp. The desert night had gone quiet, a deep and endless stillnes…
Chapter Nine
Javier hadn’t meant to listen. He walked toward the tents after checking the trucks and perimeter, as he did every night before sleeping. Th…
Chapter Ten
A low growl rumbled deep in Javier's chest. One moment, he lay with his head in Maeve's lap, her fingers threading absently through his fur,…
Chapter Eleven
Javier's patrol ended just as the first hints of dawn touched the eastern horizon. The desert was quiet and cool. For a few precious moments…
Chapter Twelve
The desert swallowed sound after sunset. By the time Rafael left the western ridge behind, the sky had deepened from copper to bruised viole…
Chapter Thirteen
He did not ask which others she meant. Only those who had witnessed the trailer needed to hear this first. Within minutes, five members of L…
Chapter Fourteen
The desert settled into evening around them. Lanterns flickered to life beneath the sandstone overhangs one by one, their warm glow spilling…
Chapter Fifteen
Rafael turned as two scouts entered the space under the awning. “We’ve found a body,” one said. “Show me,” Rafael responded. They had found…
Chapter Sixteen
“No.” The word was quiet. But firm. Maeve ran both hands through her hair. "No, I can't…" She started pacing. The camp watched in silence. "…
Chapter Seventeen
Maeve followed Javier to an area of the camp that housed supplies. She was having difficulty matching his long strides. He was at least six…
Chapter Eighteen
Javier removed a helmet from the rear compartment and held it out to her. She took it, and their fingers brushed again. The warmth rippled t…
Chapter Nineteen
Rafael watched the motorcycle emerge from the Guardian camp with Maeve seated behind Javier. Even from the ridge, with nearly half a mile of…
Chapter Twenty
Over the next several days, Maeve began to learn the rhythm of the Guardian camp. It was not a rhythm she would have recognized when she fir…
Chapter Twenty-One
The camp woke quietly the next morning. There was no laughter near the fires, no easy argument over coffee, no music drifting from the shade…