A Most Wanted Wolf: Wolves of Fenrir, #2

By Sela Carsen

You can’t trust a spy. That’s the nature of their job, as far as Ule tärEinar is concerned. As a warrior, she prefers direct action to sneaking around. Yet when she meets Andrew Wyatt, she can’t deny that sparks fly.

Andrew’s assignment is to steal back the human scientist who was about to become a Fenrir mate. He doesn’t count on the woman who meets him eye to eye, challenging everything he ever knew about alien relations.

As the cold war between their two cultures heats up, Ule is going to have to learn how to trust the man who could destroy her world with just one lie.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mondarbre Press
• Release date: Oct 26, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519912909

Sela Carsen

Sela Carsen is a busy wife and mom of two teens who frequently finds her best time to write is when she ought to be sleeping. Born in Texas and raised globally, she now lives in the Midwest with her family, including her mother and their Boxer, Oliver. She's been writing since 2002 when those first words were written in the steam on the shower door. She soon found a more durable format and has been writing ever since.

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YOU CAN’T TRUST A SPY. That’s the nature of their job, as far as Ule tärEinar is concerned.As a warrior, she prefers direct action to sneaking around.Yet when she meets Andrew Wyatt, she can’t deny that sparks fly.

Andrew’s assignment is to steal back the human scientist who was about to become a Fenrir mate. He doesn’t count on the woman who meets him eye to eye, challenging everything he ever knew about alien relations.

As the cold war between their two cultures heats up, Ule is going to have to learn how to trust the man who could destroy her world with just one lie.

Axis and Allies

BY THE YEAR 2225, HUMANS have come a long way – and in colonizing a habitable planet in the Cygnus constellation, they’ve finally drawn the attention of the intelligent alien life they’d been looking for. Broadening Earth’s frontiers into the galaxy means taking a crash course in inter-alien relations. The people of Earth are no longer startled at the sight of a wide variety of life forms, like the Fenrir.

New neighbors bring innumerable benefits to humanity, but also a few problems. Earth was drawn into conflict with the Cancri Axis, and though the Axis was defeated after a long war, they haven’t entirely given up the fight. The Strathori, part of the defeated Axis, have begun a series of terrorist attacks on the Earth and its Allies.

Humans and Fenrir need to maintain their united front to face this new enemy threat. But some feel the time has come for the alliance to end.

Chapter One

2225, EARTH, WASHINGTON, D. C., Capital of United Coalition of Earth’s Nations (UCEN)

Andrew Wyatt pretended he didn’t have a care in the world as he walked north from the UCEN Building to H Street, the sidewalks intermittently busy with the remnants of the late lunchtime crowd grabbing meals from vendors and food carts. Most days, he enjoyed the jaunt, watching various species mingle and mix in a way they wouldn’t have before Earth finally carved a colony in the stars.

After the war between Earth’s Allies and the Axis powers of the Cancri and Strathori, he’d seen enough wholesale death and destruction. It had been easy to transition into what looked like a nice, settled, civilian job as an analyst for UCi6, the intelligence limb of the world government.

Certainly. An analyst. Because he was exactly the sort of man who sat at a desk. He held in a chuckle that sounded cynical even to himself. He might work with others who analyzed how to keep the Cancri Axis from blowing things up all over the place, but he was the man they sent out to make sure those explosions never happened. It was cleaner than the slaughter of outright war, but his hands were still very dirty.

He didn’t think his current mission was going to clean them up at all.

Kidnapping a human scientist shouldn’t have fallen to him. For one thing, that was UCi5’s dirty job – domestic intelligence. He and his colleagues at UCi6 covered alien activity on Earth – the remaining Strathori and Cancri being their main targets. They kept an eye on the Talvo and the Fenrir, but it had always been more of a formality. He’d fought beside the Fenrir in the war and he knew them to be an honorable species.

But this assignment – not only spying, but taking action against a human just because she was involved with the johtanför of the nearest Pack – felt like a betrayal. He thought he’d long ago broken himself of the concepts of loyalty and betrayal, except to his job. His superiors kept saying that it was for her own protection, but the vague reasoning rang false to him. Of course, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to grab his target and bring her into UCi6 like they asked.

Still, he had the feeling that his days with the intelligence organization were numbered, especially if orders like this kept coming his way. He briefly contemplated whether sitting at a desk might be fun for a change, perhaps even a desk back home in England. At least it wouldn’t come with his own personal entourage.

Andrew controlled his exasperation. If the Strathori were going to try to follow him everywhere he went, the least they could do was get some competent spies. These weren’t his usual shadows, who he already knew were sloppy, but at least they tried. Today’s armored jellyfish didn’t seem to care if he knew he was being tailed. They practically loomed over him.

He stepped up to one of the vendors and punched in his order for a Greek-Thai taco, but when he slid around to the side of the cart, there was someone there.

You no get order? asked the Strathori who seemed to fill out his exo-suit more fully than most of his compatriots.

Andrew dredged up a carefree grin. Certainly. I’ll pick up my order when it’s ready. Just looking about.

There nothing to see here. The alien’s voice, transmitted through a device on the suit, slid through the human ear like a rusty blade, but Andrew hid the instinctive cringe.

Obviously not. It looked like they weren’t going to do this the easy way. Andrew returned to the front of the food cart, got his taco, then made a show of looking around for a place to sit and eat. Using the reflection of the graphene windows on the building next to him, he spotted his own mark, as well as the Strathori still following him.

In the meantime, he took a bite of his food. Ugh. Disgusting. Everyone knew there wasn’t real meat in them, but they could at least make an effort to make it taste decent. He handed what was left of the meal to a shabby-looking man lurking in an open doorway.

Andrew had to give the man credit. Young Stephen was doing the rookie recon rotation – keeping an eye on the people keeping an eye on the UCEN in the guise of a homeless man. He was doing a great job, too. He had the smell down pat.

Sorry it’s not better, Steve. I’ll stuff my pockets with canapés for you next week at the Ivers gala.

The homeless guy gave Andrew a deadpan glare. "You suck. I want to go to the party. I’m tired of smelling like