Finding Farro

By Amber Kell

Re-release of the same title, if you have the previous version please do not repurchase.

When Anthony despairs of becoming one of the pack he accepts his grandfather’s help in embracing his inner wolf. Silver doesn’t care that his mate isn’t a wolf however when Anthony comes back changed Silver wonders if their bonding can survive the transformation.

Farro longs to find someone to be his partner and help raise his young son. However when mutants attack his household he has to go into the land of the fae and help retrieve a kidnapped tiger shifter. In the fae world he meets Kylen, a sexy fae warrior, who follows Farro home and shows him what he’s been missing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amber Kell
• Release date: Jun 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301995721

Amber Kell

Amber Kell is a dreamer who has been writing stories in her head for as long as she could remember.She lives in Seattle with her husband, two sons, three cats and one very stupid dog. To learn more about her current books or works in progress, check out her blog at http://amberkell.wordpress.com.Her fans can also reach her at [e-mail].

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Chapter 1

With the windows rolled down, Anthony sat in the back of the limousine drinking one hundred year old scotch. Only on full moons did he pull out the hard liquor, pouring himself shot after shot as he listened to the howl of the wolves outside. The mystical sound always brought tears to his eyes. He blinked rapidly to clear his vision. He couldn’t let them fall and leave tracks on his cheeks. Silver would know if Anthony was crying, and he didn’t want to upset his handsome mate. However, every full moon the truth slapped him in the face .

He could never be a true alpha mate.

As much as the pack welcomed him, he could never run or hunt as a wolf or experience the world with their eyes. His biological differences separated him from the werekin, separated him from his love. Any moment now, Silver would return with a wide smile and glowing eyes, and with the full moon magic racing through his veins like a potent drug, they would fuck like wild animals. Even with Silver’s unswerving devotion, a weight pressed down on Anthony’s heart during this time every month. His inner voice whispering, Silver will be better off without me.

Unfortunately, werewolves only mate once. If Anthony left him, Silver wouldn’t move on to find himself a nice wolfy companion. The harsh reality of werewolf mating was: without Anthony, Silver would either kill himself or turn so feral the pack would have to stalk and slaughter him. To prevent his lover from an untimely death, Anthony would sacrifice anything, even if it meant dying a little inside every full moon.

The divider between the driver and the passenger slid down, and Farro’s worried eyes examined Anthony in the rearview mirror.

Farro waved his hand toward Anthony’s half empty glass. How long are you going to do this?

As many times as he asks me to come. Anthony didn’t have it in him to deny his lover anything he could provide.

Does he know it kills you to hear the wolves? To never truly be part of our world? Farro asked.

Anthony shrugged. It didn’t matter. He would always be there for his lover despite his inability to shift. Some problems didn’t have fairy tale solutions.

I support my mate, Anthony answered.

Farro shot him a look bordering the fine line between pity and disgust. You know if you weren’t true mates, he would be better off without you. You cripple him before the other wolf packs.

Hearing the truth in Farro’s words sliced through Anthony like a fine blade. "But I am his true mate so he’ll just have to deal. He took another swig of liquor, relishing the burn. As will you."

Farro rolled the divider back up without another word.

Anthony wished he could hate Farro, but really, the wolf shifter was only telling the truth. Silver looked weaker to the other packs because Anthony was a non-were mate. Only Silver’s superior strength as an alpha kept other wolves from trying to take over his territory. True, some of them had heard of Anthony’s magical abilities, but few believed them enough to be scared.

Anthony sighed and took another sip of alcohol, wondering once again why Silver insisted he come to these things. It only underlined the fact he couldn’t change. Hell, even Elliott and Ben could shift, and they were only half-blood wolves.

Once a month, Silver assigned one pack mate driver duty for Anthony, forcing the driver to shift later in the night and miss the pack run. He’d never asked before, but he wondered if any of the wolves minded driving him around. Setting down his drink, Anthony closed his eyes and waited for his lover to return.

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In the driver’s seat, Farro rested his forehead on the steering wheel. Silver would kill him if he knew what Farro had said to Anthony. There was nothing for it; he would have to leave the pack. No way could he go every day and see Silver fawn over his little non-wolf.

Whenever he saw them together, jealousy painted a bitter stain across his soul, and he had no way to prevent it from spreading. Resentment was slowly turning him into someone he didn’t want to be. He loved Silver, and to see the man go from ignoring all overtures to whispering words of devotion into the little blond’s ear was too much to expect any wolf to stand for. Farro remembered with embarrassment his pitiful attempts at getting the alpha’s attention. Volunteering for jobs and memorizing Silver’s schedule so Farro would be in the right spot for casual conversation. Hell, he’d just geared himself up for throwing himself at Silver when Anthony showed up at the club and wrapped the alpha around his little finger in a single night.

Silver might not be his mate, but Farro always hoped he’d at least get the opportunity to be a favorite in the alpha’s bed. Now he would never have the chance, and a part of him resented Anthony for the missed opportunity. How a fucking non-wolf could be in charge of a wolf pack baffled him.

Yes, definitely time to move on before he did something he would always regret. He ran through his mind what to tell Silver. Maybe he’d leave a note. The thought of the handsome alpha looking at Farro with sympathy instead of love, or even worse, pity, was something he definitely wanted to avoid.

He nodded his head as he made his decision, Yes, a note would be just fine.

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Are you leaving?

Silver turned to see Parker and Elliott standing behind him in the moonlight.

Nodding, he patted both men on their bare shoulders. I’ve gotta get back to Anthony.

He ignored their frowns. They got to spend time in their wolf forms running and hunting together beneath the evening sky. They couldn’t understand the ache in his heart, the longing caused by the separation from his mate during each full moon gathering.

Before Anthony, Silver would have stayed and danced under the moon with his pack. He would retell stories of the hunt and gnaw on the marrow of their kill, but now the other half of his soul sat in a limousine, drinking high quality hooch instead of running naked beneath the open sky. However, he wouldn’t trade his beloved demigod for all the wolves in the world, and if he felt the occasional pang that Anthony couldn’t join in the hunt, he buried the thought deeper than a grave, where it belonged. He paused a moment.

You know how you feel the pull of the moon when you’re in your wolf forms?

They nodded.

Anthony’s pull is stronger. He’s my moon, Silver tried to explain.

Anthony was his everything, but he didn’t want to get emotional in front of his men. As the alpha, he had a reputation to maintain.

The pair nodded, understanding flashing in their eyes. With a respectful head tilt, they went back toward bonfire to join the others.

If Silver felt a smidgen of melancholy, he crushed it beneath his need to see his lover.

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The sound of music had Anthony opening his eyes in time to see a shimmer of stardust dance across the opposite seat.

He looked at his drink and wondered if maybe he’d had one shot too many.

Good evening, Anthony, a familiar voice said.

Hello, grandfather. The sparkles collided until they formed a shining white shape in the form of the god Zeus.

His deep voice echoed in the confines of the spacious limo. Why is my favorite grandson drinking himself into a stupor on such a beautiful night like this?

Anthony shrugged, ashamed to admit his petty grievances. With all the amazing things in his life, he didn’t want to be a whiny bitch.

"Does it have anything to do with your mate turning furry once a month and