Highland Moon #5: BBW Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance

By Mac Flynn

The night of the full moon blankets the ancient castle in its warm glow and signals to Muira and her lover that the time has come for her to ascend to her fate. Obstacles to true happiness make themselves known in the form of the local priest and certain lairds under the rule of Tristan, and old threats lead to a harrowing experience for Muira. Among the danger and desire comes a new strength for Muira, one full of lust and desire for which she fears and aches. Muira is left to wonder if she has the will to wield such power, or if it will consume her very soul.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.
• Release date: Jul 7, 2017
• ISBN: 9788826464107

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!

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Highland Moon #5

BBW Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance

Mac Flynn

Copyright © 2019 by Mac Flynn

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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1

The following morn found the mood in the castle much changed. Davina and Eva stepped into the chambers robed in thick black dresses with tall, tight buttoned collars. They assisted me into my mourning clothes with one on either side, but Davina paused several times to pull at her collar.

Stop pulling or you will tear it, and no one has time to mend your mistake, Eva scolded her.

Davina scowled at her friend. I cannot help if the collar is such a nuisance, she snapped.

The laird ordered us to wear these, and we must wear them with dignity, Eva persisted.

You may loosen your collar in my presence, I offered Davina.

Blessed by the Laird, Davina replied as she popped open the top two buttons.

My lady, that isn’t done, Eva scolded me. It shows a disrespect to the old laird that we not mourn him properly.

He didn’t care what we were doing so long as we didn’t get in his way, Davina countered. Besides, there’s to be celebrations later to honor his life. Will you preach against those?

Father Clarke has, Eva pointed out.

I furrowed my brow at the last remark. What has Father Clarke said?

He’s spoken out against the celebration tonight after the funeral, Davina told me. She glared across me and at her friend. He and certain other people wish for us all to have our heads bowed in prayer until the morrow.

Eva gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. How can you be so disrespectful to the Father?

I am loyal to our laird, and he says to celebrate his own father with as much drink and food as I can eat, Davina replied.

Is there a great deal of arguing among the villagers? I asked them.

Only a loud few, Muira. Nothing to worry about, Davina assured me.

Eva dropped her hands and balled them into fists at her hips as she scowled at her friend. Father Clarke and the Laird MacNaughton are not a mere loud few.

They are if there is but two of them, Davina argued.

I held up my hands and they silenced. Please. I beg of you. I need you both to trust me and tell me the full truth of what transpires in the village. I. . .I feel very alone here in the castle, and very shut out from the rest of the world.

Davina and Eva’s faces fell, and they glanced at each other.

We didn’t mean to upset you, Muira, Davina told me.

Nor cause you any distress, Eva added.

And we trust you like you were our own sister, Davina insisted. She sat down on the foot of the bed beside me and wrapped an arm around my waist. You’re like our little sister.

Then what are the true feelings that run through the village? Do they disagree with the celebration? I asked them.

Eva bit her lip. They do not disagree, and I would say some look forward to the celebration-

A great deal do, Davina spoke up.

-but Father Clarke is well-respected, and his voice carries far over everyone. I am sure you recall the honor bestowed upon him, Eva finished.

I sighed and gave a nod. Aye, and to have have him openly disagree with my laird is distressing.

Davina gave me a bit of a shake and a smile. But actions speak louder than words, and I can’t tell you how grateful everyone is for the return of their taxes. Your husband has made a great many people happy.

I blushed and looked at me lap. He is not my husband yet.

Eva sat on my other side and smiled at me. But he will be, and I am sure you both will rule very wisely. Perhaps as wisely as the old laird.

"More wisely than the old laird. He didn’t care for anyone in this long valley but for himself," Davina argued.

I clasped their hands in mine and smiled at each of them. Thank you both for your kind words.

Davina laughed and dragged me to my feet. Thank us when we’ve gotten you to breakfast. Leod commanded us to bring you down long before this.

They finished my dressing and my friends followed me downstairs to the dining hall. Everyone else was already in attendance with bowls of cold gruel set before them. Father Clarke was also among those who ate at my laird’s table and he held the honor of the left-hand seat beside my laird.

My laird stood at my entrance and smiled at me. He walked over to me and clasped my hands as the others stood.

Even in morning you look lovely, he told me.

I blushed and bowed my head. "Thank you,