Starlight (By My Light, Book Two) (Werewolf Shifter Romance): By My Light, #2

By Mac Flynn

Not all things who roam the night are dark, as the newly-turned werewolf Gwen Rogers is about to discover.

Gwen finds herself a prisoner to the whims of William Fox, a man who both shelters and cages her. Her only breath of freedom comes when he enlists her help to capture the creatures of myths and legends that were inadvertently freed by her actions. Even as he teaches her hard lessons through her electrified collar, she finds her mind unwillingly bending towards a truce of sorts with her new life, and with him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.
• Release date: Nov 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519945235

Mac Flynn

A seductress of sensual words and a lover of paranormal plots, Flynn enjoys writing thrilling paranormal stories filled with naughty fun and hilarious hijinks. She is the author of numerous paranormal series that weave suspense, adventure and a good joke into a one-of-a-kind experience that readers are guaranteed to enjoy. From long adventure novels to tasty little short-story treats, there's a size and adventure for everyone.Want to know when her next series comes out? Join The Flynn newsletter and be the first to know! macflynn.com/newsletter/Also check out her website at macflynn.com for listings and excerpts of all of her books!

Book preview

1

Innocence is as fleeting as a perfect Spring day, but unlike the seasons it doesn’t come around once a year. Once it’s gone, you never get it

back

.

Ever

.

I had a lot of non-innocent thoughts as I sat on my bed and pulled at the collar of my shirt. I wore the outfit given to me by my jailers. It was a dark ensemble of a black blouse, black dress pants, shoes, socks, and a gray tie. The collar of the shirt was a little high to hide the metal collar I wore. The clothes annoyed me, the tie completely baffled me. I had no idea how to manage a tie, but I had plenty of ideas of whose throat I wanted to wrap it around.

The day-old full moon still hung high in the sky, but for me its allure was gone. I only felt tired and defeated. My muscles still ached from the electric shock therapy administered by both William Fox and Aldus Emery the night before. I hadn’t seen either of them all day because I’d slept through most of it. That was after I’d dragged myself to the bed wearing only a sheet. Now here I sat on the bed pulling at these strange clothes and with my stomach complaining of being empty.

There was also the problem of my hands and eyes. I looked down at my hands and frowned. They were almost as furry as that of an ape, but with the hardened nails of a wolf. I had to scratch myself carefully or I would end up giving myself a nice gash. The problem with my eyes was less disturbing, but still troublesome. I glanced to my right at the vanity and its mirror. My yellow eyes stared back at me. They weren’t a brilliant yellow, but golden-hued. The change was enough that people would stop me on the street for a picture and to ask where I got the contacts.

I whipped my head to the left as the door opened. Emery stepped inside. He had a tray with a plate of rare meat tucked in one arm. Fox’s assistant only partially closed the door behind him and walked over

to

me

.

Good evening, he greeted me as he walked over to the bed. I glared back, but he didn’t seem to notice. He set the tray on the bed in front of me. Mr. Fox assumed you would like something to eat before tonight’s training exercises.

I arched an eyebrow. What training?

He glanced at my hands. "The training that will assist you in controlling your

new

self

."

I tucked them underneath me. "And if I

say

no

?"

Emery pushed his glasses against his face and looked me in the eyes. "Then Mr. Fox will be forced to assume you no longer wish to abide by your agreement and you will remain in

this

room

."

I snorted. ‘Agreement?’ If I’m not a prisoner then I’m a lapdog for his orders.

Nevertheless, you agreed to assist in regathering the collection, and Mr. Fox expects even his lapdogs to abide by their agreements, Emery insisted.

I frowned and glanced down at the meal. None of the meat was cooked. I reached for a steak, but the sight of the wolf hair and nails made me retract

my

hand

.

Emery held out one of his hands palm-up towards me. "

May

I

?"

I blinked at him. "May

you

what

?"

You seem to have a problem with your hand, he

pointed

out

.

Something boiled over inside me. Maybe it was the stupid bit of pity I saw in his eyes, or maybe it was that my hands itched like crazy. Either way, I snapped. A problem? A PROBLEM? I shoved my hands in his direction and showed off their fur and sharp nails. This is more than a problem!

Perhaps this may be to our advantage, a voice spoke up. Emery and I looked to the door. Fox leaned against the doorway, and in his hands was a pair of black-colored pieces of cloth. You may no longer have identifying fingerprints.

But I’ve got very identifying hands for anyone passing by me on the street, I

bit

back

.

Not with these. He shook the clothes, and I realized they were thin, smooth leather gloves. I noticed your unease on the cameras.

I frowned and glanced around the room. I saw nothing but stone and wooden furniture. What cameras?

He smiled and walked over to me where he held out the gloves. "Just a necessary precaution, but try

them

on

."

I folded my arms across my chest and tucked my hands into my armpits. "So now I have to wear gloves? What next,

a

tutu

?"

His eyes danced with mischief. "As pleasing as you would be in such an outfit, it would clash with the color scheme I’ve chosen

for

you

."

I rolled my eyes and snatched the gloves from his hand. I pulled them onto my hands. The fingers fit perfectly over my long nails and the leather prevented me from cutting myself. I flexed my hands and the leather stretched

with

them

.

You seem to be having trouble with your tie, as well, Fox