By My Light Box Set (Werewolf Shifter Romance): By My Light

By Mac Flynn

The entire By My Light series in one single package!

One fateful night pulls Gwen Rogers from her normal office world and into the realm of myths and legends. She becomes a legend herself after she’s given the curse of a werewolf and thrust into the powerful grasp of William Fox, a billionaire obsessed with all things paranormal. Now she must fight against the monster inside her and the monster beside her to navigate her new world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Crescent Moon Studios, Inc.
• Release date: Mar 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386090762

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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By My Light Box Set

By My Light

Box

Set

Werewolf Shifter Romance

Mac Flynn

Copyright © 2018 by Mac Flynn

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Contents

Moonlight

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Starlight

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Twilight

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Searchlight

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Daylight

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

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Moonlight

1

Some nights are just like one another. The moon rises, sets, and another day begins. Then there are other nights where things are different. The moon rises, but the night never seems to end. Your world turns upside down and things are never the same. That’s what happened to me one ordinary night .

And another day bites the dust, Dakota quipped.

The heels of our shoes clacked against the linoleum floor of the office building. By my side was my best friend Dakota, in front of us were the elevators that led to freedom, and behind us was another week of work in the trash. Our office was on the twentieth floor of the pit of hell. Who knew hell was aboveground?

And another rent due, I added.

Dakota cringed. "It went up again,

didn’t

it

?"

It went up again.

She sighed and shook her head. "You’ve really gotta find another place to live. That ‘apartment’ is an

overpriced

dump

."

But at least the cockroaches are free, I

pointed

out

.

She snorted. "You can always find the deal in

any

scam

."

I’m just that talented, I teased.

So what are your plans for this weekend? Going out on the town? she

asked

me

.

I shook my head. "I haven’t figured out

anything

yet

."

She grabbed my arm and stopped us. "Come on, Gwen. You have to come out into the world some time, and don’t give me that excuse that you can’t do a thing with your hair. You don’t

have

to

."

Dakota was right. I’d be lying if I tried to make an excuse about turning men into statues with my looks. I was pretty, if I ever did anything with my looks. You know the kind. Long, wild blond hair tied haphazardly behind their backs. A thin but not narrow face. Nice enough body, but getting on the plump side as I approached

twenty

-

nine

.

My twenty-five year old friend was more than a little plump, but her bubbly personality made everyone forget everything about her except her raven-black hair and her infectious laugh.

I shrugged and walked on towards the elevators. We were in the midst of the Great Daily Migration out of the office, and to stop for very long was to risk being trampled. I guess I’m just too much of a loner.

A lone wolf has to settle down some time, my friend

pointed

out

.

I playfully punched her in the arm. "Maybe when she’s found the

right

mate

."

Someone say mate? a voice spoke up. A man emerged from the depths of his cubicle and leaned against the entrance. He was a little over six feet tall with sandy blond hair that fell perfectly over his handsome face. His auburn eyes twinkled with mischief.

Dakota steered us out of the wave of humanity and into the doorway of the cubicle. Gwen here is looking for a mate, she told him as her own mischievous eyes flickered between us. I had to admit I blushed whenever Lance looked at me. He was the only person who could disarm my cute-guy security system. Know of anyone she can take on a date? I glared at my friend.

Well, I’m available this weekend, he offered.

I stepped behind my friend and pushed her towards the elevator. I’m sorry, I’ve got plans.

Dakota glanced over her shoulder and glared at me. Are you nuts? He’s cute and into you! What kind of plans can be more exciting than snogging with him all weekend?

I’d rather settle down on my couch for a long weekend of watching TV, I

told

her

.

Dakota rolled her eyes. "Again? Why don’t you go out with me and some of the girls? It’ll be fun, and if you don’t want Mr. Perfect there then you might meet a new guy who can give you some old-

fashioned

love

."

The only new acquaintance I’m meeting is an unopened tub of ice cream, I quipped.

My friend scowled at me and looked me up and down. "You know I hate you,

don’t

you

?"

No, why? I asked her as we stepped into the elevator.

There’s nobody else I know who can scarf down as much food as you and still have your figure, she explained.

I shrugged. "It’s

a

gift

."

One day I’m going to curse you, and then you’ll be sorry, she

warned

me

.

I laughed. "Curse me

with

what

?"

With-well, with acne, and a chubby belly, and maybe a cute guy you can’t have but want badly enough to tackle him in an elevator and- I clapped my hand over her mouth.

We weren’t alone in the elevator, and the other people were staring. The place was standing room-only. Not that anyone was encouraged to sit down, but you get the idea. We were packed tighter than a can of clams, or a clown car on a weekend full of kids’ birthdays.

Dakota got my hand off her mouth and glared at me. "I need to breathe through

my

face

."

But that shade of blue was very becoming, I teased.

Ha-ha, she retorted.

The elevator doors opened to the busy, open lobby of our office building. We worked in one of the smaller financial companies in a large city inhabited by ten million miserable people, all crowded together trying to making a living by not dying. Crime was up, hope was down, and home was a precarious walk in-

between

them

.

But seriously, are you coming or not? she asked me as we

stepped

out

.

I sighed. I guess I- My eyes caught on something strange along the right-

hand

wall

.

The lobby had a few metal benches along the walls, and one of those was occupied by a threesome of women who were obviously triplets. The triplets were about twenty-five and sat close together so their hips touched. They wore matching gray business shirts, the kind with shoulder pads that could poke out an eye, and stiff skirts that ended just below the imagination. Their eyes were a strange gray hue, like the color of ash, and all three pairs of them stared straight at me. Sly, coy smiles graced their perfectly

red

lips

.

Gwen? Gwenneth? Hello? Anybody home? I started back when Dakota waved her hand in front of my face. She leaned forward and looked into my face. Something wrong?

I blinked and looked at the bench, but it was empty. One sweep of the lobby told me they weren’t in sight. Did you see those three women? I

asked

her

.

She looked where I looked and frowned. "

Which

ones

?"

The triplets. The women in gray, I persisted.

Dakota shook her head. I didn’t see any triplets, but the lighting in here is pretty bad. They haven’t changed a bulb in years, and the sun’ll set in a few minutes. She looked back to me, but I just kept staring at the empty bench. I was sure they’d been there, and then they weren’t. "You sure

you’re

okay

?"

I clutched my head in one hand and closed my eyes. Maybe I’m coming down with something.

Her eyebrows crashed down. "Oh no, you’re not getting off with that old I’m-seeing-things-so-I-must-be-

sick

ploy

."

I did see them, I insisted.

Uh-huh, and I’m the Easter Bunny, she quipped.

Your ears are showing.

She stuck her tongue out at me. "That shows what you know. I left them in my other outfit. The one with the

rabbit

feet

."

I dropped my hand and sighed. "But seriously, I don’t feel up to a weekend I can’t remember. Maybe

next

time

."

By this time we’d stepped through the doors of the building and into the growing dusk of the busy streets. People in suits and casual wear walked to and fro in an endless stream of restlessness. A cool autumn breeze swept past us, reminding me that I had forgotten my coat. Even the hot concrete jungle of the city couldn’t completely block out the chill air and sweet scent of falling leaves.

Dakota turned to me and pursed her lips. She set a hand on my shoulder and looked me in

the

eyes

.

You promise to go next weekend? she pleaded.

I sighed, but nodded my head. I promise.

Dakota smiled. Good. Let’s get a taxi to your place. My treat.

I shook my head. I think I need to clear my brain out a little.

Her eyes twinkled. Aren’t you supposed to have one to be able to do that? I playfully punched her on the arm, and she rubbed the bruised spot. You’re not supposed to hurt your friends.

With friends like you who needs enemies? I quipped.

Well, with your crazy behavior you won’t have to worry about anybody but enemies, she countered.

What crazy behavior? I just want to walk home, I

pointed

out

.

Through some of the darkest streets in the city, she reminded me. You know you live in Slum Alley.

It’s better than Crime Alley, I argued.

Oh, right, I forgot. You only get shot at once a week, she retorted.

And I’ve had my quota filled for the week. I was shot at Tuesday, so I’m safe for today, I quipped.

Dakota shuddered. Gwen, please let me call a taxi, she pleaded.

I patted her shoulder and with a small wave I turned away. See you Monday.

See you. . .I hope, she added.

If only that had meant

to

be

.

2

Iwalked through the busy commercial streets and into one of the less fashionable residential districts. Those streets were places the city development department forgot, or at least for the last seventy years. The ten-floor brick apartment buildings were so run-down even the rats wouldn’t live in them. They were up-to-code only on paper. Bribing the inspectors was what kept the slumlords in business .

The streetlights flickered on, if they lit up at all, as the setting sun finally finished its work for the day and went below the horizon to rest. The multitude of homeless gathered around burning barrels to warm their hands and swap news of the best shelters for grub. Others hunkered down on stoops with their grocery carts close beside them mumbling words no one else could understand.

I in my fancy work clothes stuck out like a sore thumb, but I didn’t mind. My apartment was only a twenty-minute walk from work, and the rent was cheap. Part of it was paid by my cockroach roommates. They were usually easy to deal with. The bugs would greet my coming in with a scurry of their feet into their dark holes, then wait for me to shut off the lights for bed to come out again.

I paused on a street corner to wait for traffic and caught a glistening of glass in the distance. The skyline of the city was dominated by a single capital I-shaped building of glass and steel that rose two hundred floors above the ground. That was the Indigo Towers. It housed the headquarters of Indigo Industries, a multinational conglomeration of business words. Atop its steel frame was a stone castle and gardens, the extravagant residence of one of the richest men in the world, William A. Fox. It was rumored he had his hand in everything. Legal, illegal. Nothing was too dirty for him. My office had some lucrative contracts with one of his dozens of firms.

Standing on that dingy street corner among blaring car horns and shouting people, I wondered if it was quiet up there at the top. Maybe he was sitting there right then reading some boring paper and earning a million dollars an hour off his stock ventures. It must have been good to be the king of a small financial kingdom.

And did I mention he was the most eligible bachelor in the world? Men envied him, women adored him, and my best friend was one of the drooling masses who fawned over his pictures. Dakota’s hobby was to collect any magazine that had his face on the cover and lock it away in her Drawer of Dreams. Seriously, that’s what she called her filing cabinet full of memorabilia, all featuring the handsome Mr. Fox. Catchy name, I had to admit, but someone that available who wasn’t married by thirty was definitely hiding something. Maybe he was gay, or maybe he was secretly married and kept his private life a secret. I’d once made that last suggestion to Dakota, and she’d nearly killed me for dashing her dreams.

The traffic subsided and I walked across the street to the next block. The sound of shouting and screams from behind me broke me from my reverie. I turned and yelped as something big and furry sped past me. The beastly behemoth shoved against me and sent me tumbling into a mess of trash cans. Lids clattered in every direction and a box of used clothes fell onto my head. Through the thin cloth I glimpsed the large dog, or whatever it was, race down the street. A few seconds later two men sped by in hot pursuit of the drive-by canine.

My eyes widened when I recognized one of them as Mr. William Fox himself. If it wasn’t him then the guy should’ve been out posing as him, not as some animal control officer. The guy with the Fox look-alike was a man of about thirty-five with black, thick-framed glasses and a stylish blue business suit that looked horribly out of place among all the bums and my now-dirty attire. I couldn’t ask them who they really were because they were gone as soon as I

saw

them

.

I tossed the box and clothes off my head, and stumbled to my feet. I brushed off what I could of the garbage and looked down the street. Prey and predators were gone. The homeless and others like myself who were trying to get home went back to what they were doing.

I shook my head and proceeded down the street towards my apartment. There was half a block more and I needed to take a right into an alley. Then I’d be home free. My mind, however, went back to the run-in with the over-sized pound puppy and his pursuers. I was sure that was Fox himself. I’d seen him in the flesh.

Dakota is going to be so jealous of me. . . I murmured as I pulled out my phone. This was some juicy gossip that I couldn’t keep to myself.

I turned right into the alley. Fifty yards straight ahead across a wide block was my street. I even had a slim view of the stoop of my apartment building, but my attention was on my phone. The illuminated buttons on my cell phone pierced the darkness as I pressed the shortcut key for Dakota’s number.

If I hadn’t been paying so much attention to my phone I might have noticed the two shadows that rushed down the alley towards me. I heard a splash as something hit a puddle and looked up just as I pressed the Call button.

The giant dog from before leapt at me and opened his big mouth. I raised my arm to protect my face and his sharp jaws clamped down on me. I let out a scream as his fangs broke through my frail flesh and sank deep into my arm. My cell phone flew somewhere into the dark edges of the alley. The dog dragged me to the ground and rung my arm in its teeth, raising the pain from terrible to excruciating.

The second shadow, who I barely recognized as Fox, was ten yards behind the dog and closing. He raised his arm and I heard a soft whoosh of air. The dog released me and jumped to the side. Something flew past it and over me, and bounced across the ground until it slid into a pile of garbage.

The dog turned to Fox, bared its teeth in a hideous growl, and jumped over me. I turned my head and watched it race out of the alley and across the road into the next alley. In a few seconds it disappeared. The only evidence it was ever there were my memories and the horrible bite mark on my arm. It burned like someone had lit my flesh on fire. I grabbed the upper part of my arm and wished I could rip it off. Footsteps walked up to me, and I tilted my head back to see the Fox look-alike.

The man had dark brown hair and cold blue eyes that looked down on me with an interest I didn’t like. He knelt by my side and lifted my wounded arm. I let out a yelp and tried to pull it from him, but he kept a tight hold

on

it

.

Are you all right? the man

asked

me

.

I grimaced and shook my head. Does it look like I’m all right? I growled. That got a smile

from

him

.

I heard footsteps and the spectacled man came from the direction I’d entered the alley.

I’m sorry, sir, but the beast appears to have gotten away, the man told the one beside me. "Did you want me to call for air surveillance of

the

area

?"

There’s no need. I believe we’ve found what we were searching for, he replied.

The spectacled man looked down on me and raised an eyebrow. "A new

one

,

sir

?"

The look-alike pulled out a small, white medical device that looked like a handgun. A fat, round barrel stuck out of the top rear end and three spikes stuck out of the front. I’d seen enough movies to recognize a tranquilizer gun. "She will have to do. And who knows? This may turn out to be more educational

for

us

."

He pressed the needles against my arm and I felt the sharp points prick me. I jerked back, but he held tight. My vision began to blur. "What are. . .what

are

you

. . ."

That was all I could get out before the world went black.

3

The next thing I knew was waking up with a hangover like I’d spent the weekend with Dakota. I sat up in bed and rubbed

my

head

.

What did I let her talk me into- Then I realized it wasn’t my bed. Hell, it wasn’t even

Dakota’s

bed

.

My eyes widened as I tried to take in the full view of the strange environment around me. I was in a cell that was twenty-feet by fifteen. The rear, side walls, and even the floor were made of single sheets of thick-looking, cold gray metal like steel. The front of the cell was made of a thick glass. I sat on a cot that was attached to the wall and suspended two feet off the floor. On the opposite wall was a sink and toilet. The only source of light came from beyond the glass.

I stood and caught the wall. My head swirled like I’d drank one dozen too many vodka shots without chasers. I glanced down at my inured arm and saw that it had a tight, white bandage around the wound. I tried flexing the muscles, but only once. They burned like I’d stuck a lighter under

my

skin

.

I shook my head, clutched my arm, and stumbled over to the glass. I placed one palm against the transparent surface and looked beyond the glass at a long, wide hall that ran to my left and right. The light was from overhead florescent bulbs that stretched down the hall in either direction. The floor was the same metal, and on the opposite side of the hall were more cells like mine. I could see three other cells, but there wasn’t movement in any of them. The cell opposite me didn’t appear to have anything different in it from mine except a large wooden

rectangular

box

.

I couldn’t see a door knob or release latch, even on the cells and walls opposite me. I pounded against the glass. The stuff didn’t even quiver.

Hello? Is anyone there? I yelled.

I heard a heavy metal door open and shut, and footsteps walked down the hall. The look-alike came into view and stopped in front of the glass.

He bowed his head. Good evening. I’m not sure if you know who I am, so allow me to introduce myself. My name is William Fox. He gestured to my cell. I brought you here after your little-well, we will call it mishap in the alley.

I glared at him. "What the hell am I doing here? Let

me

out

!"

He shook his head. "I’m afraid I can’t

do

that

."

And why not? I growled.

You see, you’ve become what’s commonly called a supernatural creature, or, more precisely, a werewolf, he explained.

I leaned back and looked him over. He didn’t look particularly insane, but his calm, even voice gave me the shivers. I shook my head. Listen, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but it’s wrong. My name’s Gwenneth-

Gwenneth Rogers, age twenty-eight. You live at 112 North Second Avenue. Would you like me to recite your social security number? he

asked

me

.

I frowned. "No, what I want you to do is get me the hell out

of

here

."

He shook his head. "Like I said before, I can’t do that. You’re now a danger

to

the

-"

I slammed my fist into the glass. That vibrated it. "I’m not a werewolf, now let me out or the police are going to

come

and

-"

The police have come and gone, he revealed.

I started back. "

W

-

what

?"

They asked me about my being seen with a large dog. I merely told them I was doing the city a favor by ridding it of a dangerous dog, and they left. A small donation to the officer’s fund will patch up the rest, he

told

me

.

My fist opened and my hand slid down the glass. There went my last hope of outside help. Now I had to convince the psycho in front of me to let

me

out

.

I can see I haven’t convinced you of your new changes, he mused.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "The only thing you’ve convinced me of is

you’re

nuts

."

I see. That will make two nights from now all the more difficult for you, he commented.

I frowned. What happens in two nights?

In approximately two nights the moon will be full and you will experience your first transformation into a werewolf, he revealed.

I turned away from him and threw up my good arm. "I’m not a werewolf! I was just bit by some

stupid

dog

!"

Really? Your have been unconscious for exactly twenty-four, and yet your arm is almost completely healed, he

told

me

.

I turned to him and gestured to my bandaged arm. "Does it look healed

to

you

?"

A small, crooked grin slipped onto his lips. "Prove it to me. Unwrap

your

arm

."

And then you’ll let me go? I

questioned

him

.

He bowed his head. "If you prove me wrong, then I will let

you

go

."

I stepped back and