Wild Nights

Blood Moon Legacy 2

Wild Nights

Ayasha White knows she is different, even for a wolf. When a fire

burns her house to the ground, kil ing her uncle, she flees to Wolf

Creek and into the arms of Lenox Carter. Her body awakens with

passion and her wolf spirit rises in the presence of her mate. But

Lenox holds disturbing knowledge of her past and a cold truth

about her other mate.

Riley Tormel, Lenox’s friend-turned-foe, leads the rebel pack hot

on Ayasha’s tail. He won’t stop until she’s dead. When she

unleashes a powerful surge of emotions within him, he’s left

questioning his motives and unable to shake a foreign desire to

protect her.

Time is running out. Ayasha’s life lies in Riley’s unpredictable

hand. Can she and Lenox convince Riley his place is with them? Or

will the untamed rebel wolf rejoin forces with his pack and hunt

them to the death in the wild night?

Genre:
Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifter

Length:
51,468 words

WILD NIGHTS

Blood Moon Legacy 2

Rhea Regale

MENAGE AMOUR

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WILD NIGHTS

Blood Moon Legacy 2

RHEA REGALE

Copyright © 2011

The white wolf is revered in the were community, a sign from the

spirits of prosperity and good times to come. She is an alpha female

who gives hope to her fellow wolves and reigns control over all. As

with any admired creature comes those who wish to watch her fall

from grace.

Twenty-five years ago, a group of rebel wolves slipped into the

quaint town of Hood River and slaughtered all residing white wolves,

leaving the local packs in panic and dishevelment.

Through chaos and upheaval, one man had long ago prepared for

such a tragedy. He stole away from the carnage with a young pup in

his arms, tucked her away in a cave far outside pack territory, and

covered her scent trail.

At morning light when the rebels retreated to celebrate their

victory, he retrieved his precious gift. But he knew the rebels would

never stop hunting if they discovered a white wolf had survived.

And so began the legend of the Blood Moon Legacy.

Wild Nights

9

Chapter One

“You must go!” Charles shouted, shoving her toward the front

door. “Now, Aya. Go!”

Ayasha’s heels bit into the tattered carpet, halting her uncle’s

desperate move to get her out of the house. Just beyond the wooden

door, a bloodcurdling howl echoed through the black night. The hairs

along her arms stood on end, but her fear drowned beneath the primal

swell of instinct.

Danger lurked too close, and she stood at the epicenter.

Charles hooked his arm around hers and yanked her forward. He

slapped the keys to his Explorer in her hand. Aya narrowed her eyes

on the man, the base of her throat tightening. She dreaded the

prospect of leaving her uncle behind.

“And you?” she demanded. She glanced behind her as Charles

dragged her away from her home. Malice slithered through the

unsettling silence, sluicing through the tranquil grounds and stirring

the metallic essence of danger. “Uncle, what’s happening?”

Her voice cracked under mounting concern. Another howl chilled

the blood rushing through her veins. Ice hardened around her spine.

The creatures stalking the night were not friends. Their calls were

threats, not warnings.

Aya grabbed Charles’s arm as he snatched a book bag off the coat

rack by the door.

“Take this,” he hissed, punching the bag into her chest. Aya

gasped. She lifted her eyes and, for the first time since he dragged her

from the den, met his gaze. His customary calm brown eyes flickered

and flared with his inner animal instinct. The reflective sheen over his

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irises glinted and glowed silver. His pupils dilated until nearly all the

brown was swallowed in black.

A loud crash pierced the dense air. Aya shrieked. A whoosh

preceded the poignant scent of gasoline and flame.

“
Go
,” Charles growled, unlocking the double set of bolts. “Don’t

you dare worry about me. I swore my life to protect you. To keep you

hidden from these rebels.” His maddening gaze turned up to the

ceiling. The first curl of black smoke snaked out from the living

room. Aya moistened her dry lips, her brow creased. “Whatever you

do, don’t stop driving until you reach Lakeview.”

A second window shattered in the living room. Her eyes widened

as she watched the fire from a broken glass jar spread over the carpet

with raging hunger.

Charles threw open the door and shoved her onto the porch. She

stumbled, unable to take her eyes off the devastating flames. The

rapid rate at which the bright orange-white licks swallowed

everything she knew and loved was surreal. Charles grabbed her

shoulder and urged her down the steps.

“Full tank. Money in the sack. GPS is tucked in the glove

compartment. Your destination is programmed in there. Find a Carter.

You need your mates,” he bit out, his tone rising with each word.

Aya nodded. She spun on her heels, clutching the book bag to her

chest, and sprinted across the yard toward the Explorer—

The impact of a tornado slammed into her, ripping her off her feet.

She howled, a shrill tone that pierced through the building fire and

crackling timber. She jerked and twisted, trying to right herself

against the animal bringing her down.

She crashed to the ground. Air shot from her lungs. Stars burst

against her vision. Time stilled, and thoughts jolted to a stop.

Fur brushed her ankle. Aya blinked, the familiar scent of wolf

invading her nose and lingering on her tongue. Growls and yelps

made her cringe as she turned her eyes on the collision of beasts

rolling away from her in a tangle of fur and legs.

Wild Nights

11

This is what you are. You’re not helpless.

Aya pushed to her feet. Air flooded her lungs, making her

lightheaded for a crucial moment. Her legs trembled beneath her,

oxygen-deprived muscles fighting to keep her upright. She watched

the two massive wolves snap at each other with glistening white teeth,

swat at each other with large paws and razor-sharp nails. A third wolf

leaped into the melee, snapping at a neck with incredible precision.

The receiving wolf snarled before he whipped around and emerged

from beneath the two attacking animals. The brawl blocked the

narrow dirt path to the Explorer, throttling her anxiety into overdrive.

Gun.

Aya spun back toward the house. Bright flames licked the outer

walls. Smoke, heavy and dark, spiraled skyward, casting an eerie

shadow against the clear night sky. The persistent growling at her

back jolted her into action. Slinging the book bag over her shoulder,

she ran back into the burning inferno.

Timber creaked beneath the molten assault. Sparks erupted from

failing wood beams. Heavy smoke plagued her nostrils with the acrid

scent of smoldering debris, making it hard for her to breathe. Her

lungs protested her determination to help her uncle. She pulled her

jacket over her mouth and nose as she barreled through the tunneling

fire toward the den.

The intense heat stung her eyes. Sweat popped along her face,