The Boy and His Wolf

By Sean Thomas

Tanner never thought he'd be back in Amber Pines or back in Dash's bed.

But four years and 1,000 miles wasn't enough distance to make him forget the power of first love. Sure, he spent his time training with one of the world's top Hunters and he's no longer the scrawny teenager he used to be. But now that his former pack is threatened, Tanner is again involved in the dangerous life he thought he left behind.

Do Tanner and Dash have a second chance or has his werewolf made his heart as impenetrable as his body? With an all-out battle raging, Tanner must find his place in the new Amber Pines or be shut out forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sean Thomas
• Release date: Jan 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310660771

Sean Thomas

Sean Thomas writes paranormal romance about real heroes in the real world. An avid fan of superheroes with fatal flaws who fall in love with regular people, he can’t keep them out of his stories.Sean blogs more often than he admits. When he’s not writing he works as an award winning librarian.

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The Boy

and His Wolf

A WOLVES OF AMBER PINES NOVELLA

SEAN THOMAS

Copyright 2014 Sean Thomas

Smashwords Edition

Tanner never thought he'd be back in Amber Pines or back in Dash's bed.

But four years and 1,000 miles wasn't enough distance to make him forget the power of first love. Sure, he spent his time training with one of the world's top Hunters and he's no longer the scrawny teenager he used to be. But now that his former pack is threatened, Tanner is again involved in the dangerous life he thought he left behind. 

Do Tanner and Dash have a second chance or has his werewolf made his heart as impenetrable as his body? With an all-out battle raging, Tanner must find his place in the new Amber Pines or be shut out forever. 

Copyright © 2014 by Sean Thomas.

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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

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The Boy and His Wolf/ Sean Thomas. -- Smashwords ed.

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

A Thank You From The Author

Author Biography

Dedication

This book is for every person without a pack.

Amber Pines will always welcome you.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

I would like to thank Amy Denim for the countless hours spent helping make this possibility into a reality. Without her help in every step along this journey, I would still be a clueless writer hoping to one day have a book to call my own.

I cannot thank you enough.

Diane Whiddon, your words of support and fantastic critiques pushed me to improve where I had weakness and accept where I had strength. You rock.

To my family and friends who have supported me on this journey, I appreciate you lending me your ears and your support. I couldn’t ask for a better pack of my own.

Finally, thank you to Our Last Night for showing me that stars can be pulled down when the darkness threatens to blind us.

CHAPTER ONE

Blood dripped over my lip and into the deep grooves of the hardwood floor.

Well, that hurt. Two split lips in twenty minutes? I’m usually better than this.

I immediately rolled to the side, narrowly missing the stomp of a leather boot, and threw myself back onto my feet. When the next fist was about to hit the other side of my face I grabbed his wrist, twisted it to the side, and head butted him right in his nose.

Glugh. The sound was from the spurt of blood or his audible reaction to the hit, I wasn’t sure. Either way, gross.

He fell to the ground, cradling his nose, and I whirled around just in time to block a kick intended for my neck. The new attacker came out of nowhere.

Enough with my face, I called out. I just healed from the last cut along my cheek and I didn’t need another one.

She was smaller in build and much faster than her male counterpart. I turned just as she let loose a series of kicks in my direction. It was all I could do to block each attack. I was fast, but I wasn’t that fast. She had conditioned her body for speed and she excelled at it. Taking blow after blow, my eyes scanned around for a weapon, anything I could use to put some distance between us. A half broken stick lay some five yards to my left, but when I attempted to turn out of the attacker’s reach, my gut suffered a kick.

Hunter rule #4: Never take your eyes off your attacker.

Before the air had fully escaped my lungs, a fist joined with the other side of my face. So much for my flawless good looks.

Luckily the punch had given me just the amount of distance I needed to grab the stick and raise it to shield yet another kick aimed at my torso. Then she unsheathed a combo blade.

Now that’s cheating, I said, cracking my neck from side to side, loosening up my already sore muscles.

She gave a mischievous grin and I smiled right back. Now we could have some fun.

The blade cut through the air with zero resistance. She wielded it like an extension of her arm, perfected by years of training, and had I not received the same training I would definitely be shredded by now.

I whipped the stick at her wrists, aiming to knock the blade from her hand, but we were evenly matched. Two Hunters in a dance only we knew.

The blade came down like lightning with a vengeance and I angled the stick to push her arm to the side, allowing me to step in close enough to smash into her middle with the force of my shoulder. She may have had speed, but I had strength, and she flew back, landing hard on her butt.

The knife fell from her hand and by the time she started to raise herself I had the blade at her throat.

Checkmate, I told