Wolf Immortal

By Carrie Kelly

Charles had a simple choice – he could die or become an immortal monster. He chose monster, and now his kind aren’t allowed near the woods or the wolves who roam there. However, Charles lusts for one of their females. He’ll do anything to get her, including breaking the rules of his own immortal pact. Will she give in or turn him away?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Carrie Kelly
• Release date: Mar 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310172564

Carrie Kelly

Carrie Kelly lives in Washington and writes sexy erotic romance with lively heroines and smoking hot heroes. She started writing romance when she lost her main source of income as a freelance writer – and it was the best decision she’s ever made! Besides writing, she spends time with her lovely cats, travels and enjoys wearing ridiculously girly clothes.

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Wolf Immortal

Copyright 2014 by Carrie Kelly

Published by Carrie Kelly

Smashwords Edition

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter One

The month I turned died was the most eventful in my entire life. At the time, Edith Pickering was my fiancé. I didn’t mind- I was the third son of a baron and she had a good dowry. Since I’d reached the ripe age of twenty-two my mother always said: Charles, you need to find a wife and settle down!

I know it sounds like I was a womanizer, leaving a trail of scandals in my wake, but that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. In fact, I worked on my family’s estate as the steward and kept a good portion of my salary set aside for future aspirations. Marriage and family were a large part of that. But, I was also painfully plain so I had no other options. That’s why my mother thought Edith was the perfect match for me. We both had plain brown hair, plain brown eyes and ordinary faces. The kind of person that gets lost in a crowd of other ordinary people. My life, had I not died, would have been a dull stretch of nothing.

Luckily, I found a wolf.

Now, I know it sounds like I’m jumping ahead, so let me set the scene for you. Edith Pickering came to visit me on my family’s estate that fall. The summer season in London had just ended and everyone was returning to their manors in the countryside to wait out the long winter. We lived just outside of Manchester, a sizable town, and owned a few hundred acres of wooded land and fields.

I woke up early that morning to go for a walk in the oak forest. The evening before my father and eldest brother, Richard, talked of wolf sightings in the area. They were up in arms about hunting the beasts and wearing the pelts, though neither of them ever caught something larger than a pheasant.

Oh, how very dreadful. I do loath wolves, Edith said, or something very similar to that. Charles dear, I do hope there will no wolves when we live here.

Maybe I smiled and nodded. I only remember the thought of seeing a wolf excited me- made me feel alive in a world that was lifeless.

As I wandered through the foggy early morning air, my frock coat buttoned high to keep off the chill, I heard the slightest rustle in the bush. A pheasant, I knew, but went to look nonetheless. Plain old Charles wasn’t lucky enough to spot a wolf. Of course not!

However, that’s just what I spotted. At first I thought the rusty red fur belonged to a fox, but then I noticed it was much too large for that. The wolf pranced in a clearing just on the other side of the bush, but it froze when I set my eyes on it. Then the wolf form seemed to blend into that of a woman. Skin replaced fur and a wild mess of red curls fell over slender pale shoulders. Naked, she stood in the clearing, doing nothing to cover her ample breasts or the any other part of her glorious nude form.

Being plain and boring and virtuous, I’d never seen a naked woman in the flesh before. Not even Edith, which was uncommon at the time. One of my brother’s wives gave birth a mere six months after the wedding night and not even my mother was surprised. But I was too naïve for that, and stepping out the bushes with my eyes averted from her lovely form, I handed over my frock coat.

What are you doing spying on a lady in the woods like that? the woman said and did not, much to my dismay, reach for the coat.

I stared at her slender legs and feet. I meant no harm. I thought I saw a wolf. I knew I saw a wolf, but it seemed impolite to imply she was a wolf. Not to mention impossible. How could a wolf turn into a person?

Oh, she said and leaned down so she could look at my face.

Golden freckles dusted her nose and cheeks, and her eyes were still almost golden in hue- just like the wolf’s eyes. Her pale oval face