Wolven Night

By Kristin Lovelace

Nurse Kara thinks the scariest thing you see at the full moon is a ward full of nutters and kids running riot on the streets. But on her journey home she finds there's more to the stories of monsters than she could have ever thought.

The woods near her house hide an ancient secret, and Kara is about to stumble into a world where dread creatures roam when the moon is full--and one in particular with an ache in his heart for this innocent nurse.

WARNING: This 6500+ word story contains graphic language and sexual activity between a woman and a shifter in human form. Intended only for mature audiences, 18+.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kristin Lovelace
• Release date: Aug 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311301109

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WOLVEN NIGHT

by Kristin Lovelace

The First Book of the Wolven Night Chronicles

This document is copyright © Kristin Lovelace, 2014.

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WOLVEN NIGHT

The moon was full and the lunatics were out in force.

Kara was glad to finally walk out the door at the end of her shift and take a deep breath of the cool night air. She stood there on the street for a moment before the sound of breaking glass across the street brought her out of her reverie. Youthful laughter shattered the relative stillness of night.

She reminded herself how eager she was to have the evening over, and soon enough she was quick-stepping towards the subway.

Just near the subway entrance a car spun, its tires sending up a drift of pungent smoke. A kid leaned out the passenger side window to yell at the late-shifters like her making a beeline to the subway.

She cringed. She’d seen it all, and people didn’t realize how quickly things could go awry.

All the horror stories she’d been told about a full moon were true. And where else would you see the worst but in a hospital?

Kara had been a nurse for two years now. She really did love it. But she’d never understood, or never believed, what the more experienced nurses said about the madness of the full moon. Until she’d worked one.

Who knew what it was? Just the extra light bringing people out later at night, probably. Or was there something in our fluids, in our blood, that responded to the heavenly pull? Something wild.

And why were the weirdos so much more likely to fall prey to it?

She absently scratched at the bandage on her hand. Accidents happened all the time in the hospital, usually from tiredness, but this she really felt could have been avoided. She was handing a pair of scissors to the doctor when the young guy on the table—drunk, a typical full moon crazy who’d tried to punch his way