Frostbitten (Otherworld)
Kelley Armstrong
Language: English
Pages: 400
ISBN: 0345536843
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Smart, sexy, supernatural—the men and women of the Otherworld live and love, fight and die, among us. Unseen and unsuspected, this realm of witches, ghosts, and werewolves is now threatened with exposure by a brutal series of bizarre murders that has left even the supernatural world baffled—and cold with terror….
Being the world’s only female werewolf has its advantages, such as having her pick of the Otherworld’s most desirable males. And Elena Michaels couldn’t have picked a more dangerously sexy and undyingly loyal mate than Clayton Danvers. Now their bond will be put to the ultimate test as they follow a bloody trail of gruesome slayings deep into Alaska’s frozen wilderness.
There’s nothing the werewolf community dislikes more than calling attention to itself. So when a pair of rogue man-eaters begins hunting humans, it’s up to Elena and Clayton to track down the predators. But any illusions their task would be simple are quickly dispelled. For even in werewolf terms, there’s something very disturbing taking place in the dark Alaskan forests. A werewolf more wolf than human and more unnatural than supernatural is on the hunt—a creature whose origins seem to spring from ancient legends of the shape-shifting Wendigo.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, Clayton and Elena find themselves confronting painful ghosts from their pasts—and an issue neither of them is eager to discuss. For one of them has been chosen to become the new Pack leader, and as every wolf knows, there can be only one Alpha. They’ve always been equals in everything. Now, when their survival depends more than ever on perfect teamwork, will instinct allow one of them to lead…and the other to follow?
From the Hardcover edition.
was that Jeremy had sent me there to check out potential werewolf activity. Young sex-trade workers and street girls were the preferred prey of werewolves, who know how little attention will be paid to the deaths. It turned out that a few of those deaths had been a mutt. But it would be odd to have a man-eater in Anchorage mixing vanished young women with men left lying in the open. “Were the girls from Anchorage?” I asked. “One was. Two were from Native communities farther inland. Why don’t we
“Always my fault, isn’t it?” “Always.” He lunged. I saw it coming and vaulted over his head for the bed again. As I jumped, my foot sent the desk lamp crashing into the wall. “My fault, I suppose,” Clay said. “Naturally.” He started circling the bottom of the bed, then twisted, lunging and knocking my legs out, tackling me to the bed. This time, I couldn’t get away. I tried… well, kind of. Within seconds, though, he had me pinned beneath him, face looming over mine. “So what’s this about
said. “Same words. Let’s try—” He grabbed an oar from the wall and swung it against Dan’s kneecaps. Wood and bone crackled. Dan bit off a scream, his eyes rolling. Then he lifted those eyes to Clay. “What do you want to know?” he said in perfectly serviceable English. WE MIGHT HAVE removed the language barrier, but that didn’t mean we were getting anything useful from him. We started with the most important issue: why had they killed Dennis? And the corollary questions: Did they know about
guy to kill the old man for kicks, cut off that kid’s fingers and jerk off in my underwear. But we hadn’t mentioned that the dead werewolf was old. Or where we found the second deposit. No, we must have. How else would he know? Dan wasn’t too bright, but he was tenacious. Though he was quick to turn on his leader, there was no way he was admitting to having done anything himself. Still, as if to prove his usefulness, he did volunteer to give us full dossiers on the Teslers if we’d put him into
that would be a home movie to pass along, make every mutt on the continent forget those faded photos of your hubby’s work. Maybe I’ll send them as a package deal. See what happens when you piss off Clayton Danvers? Well, here’s what happens when you piss off Travis Tesler.” He strolled over and lowered his face to mine—as close as he could get and stay out of biting range. “Mine would be much more popular viewing, don’t you think? The Pack Beta’s mate raped and eaten by a wild beast. Werewolf