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    Awakening-Cain
    Awakening-Cain
    Awakening-Cain
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    Awakening-Cain

    By Claudy Conn

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    NY Times & USA Today bestselling author presents: Awakening-Cain
    Adult content Book #4
    Rescued by Wendy and Bray, Cain emerges forever altered. The Fae elixir that was administered to him in order to save his life changed him. He is no longer werewolf, but, shifter and Fae inside of him are fighting for dominance.
    All he wants is to get to his pack and tell them he is alive. All he wants is to save his pack and Maven from Becket Rheams.
    Does he love Maven? That is a question that will haunt him as Tara explodes into his world.
    Tara is a Daoine princess who is trying to find redemption and prove herself to her queen and her family. Cain needs help, she decides. He needs Fae training. He needs her.
    When these two meet, worlds collide in an explosion of sensations, with Rheams and Maven wickedly hovering with their own dark agenda.
    Harley-Awakening Book #1
    Awakening-Bray Book #2
    Awakening-Wendy Book #3
    Awakening-Cain Book #4

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherClaudy Conn
    Release dateSep 29, 2016
    ISBN9781370336845
    Awakening-Cain
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    Claudy Conn

    New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Claudy Conn is a multi published author who got her start with her bestselling historical/regency romances.She tells us that she fell in love with the fantasy/paranormal genre and created a world of paranormal.She hopes you will read and enjoy and join her on her facebook where she loves to interact with her readers.page.http://www.facebook.com/pages/Claudy-Conn-Paranormal-Romance-Author/135826686471445

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      Awakening-Cain - Claudy Conn

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      Awakening—Cain

      By Claudy Conn

      http://www.claudyconn.com

      Copyright © 2016 by Claudy Conn at Smashwords

      Edited by: Karen Babcock

      Cover Artist: Kendra Egert

      All rights reserved

      Published in the United States of America

      September 2016

      Names, characters, and events depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author.

      No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author.

      Unedited excerpt of Awakening—Into the Darkness

      Copyright © 2016 by Claudy Conn

      CONTENTS

      Copyright

      Prologue

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Awakening – Into the Dark (unedited excerpt)

      About Claudy

      Claudy’s Books

      ~ Prologue ~

      Cain

      I SPENT MONTHS locked up in a cage, that cage—my own body.

      They could have left me to die, but they didn’t. I owe them so much, but now, just now, I have to find my pack.

      I am not what I was. Saving me turned me into someone new and a great deal more than I was. I was given a Fae elixir, and it changed me while it healed my broken body.

      It allows me to shift, and shift I did, to my mountaintop. I’ve spent the last two hours here in wolfen form, trying to find a way to understand what went wrong.

      I have to come to grips with the fact that my pack is missing—that Maven is missing.

      I lost a year of my life.

      How did it happen?

      That day, the day Valmod found me and took over my mind and body, I was here on my mountaintop, trying to come to a decision.

      We had allowed Rolly, my closest friend and my trusted beta wolf, to mate with a white witch. Azie had become a beloved member of the pack, especially because she had gifted us with the ability to change from human to wolf without pain. The effects of the full moon cause us only discomfort now instead of the excruciating pain we used to suffer each month.

      Rolly’s mate doesn’t like Maven. I suppose something in each one’s nature just doesn’t jibe with the other’s. I hadn’t realized how deep that dislike went until the day I announced to them that I was going to finally commit to Maven and make her my alpha mate.

      Neither of them approved. In fact, they began listing all the reasons I shouldn’t mate with Maven. I was angry when I left them, and I went wolfen and ran through the woods, up to a higher peak of our mountain.

      I remember thinking that they could be right.

      Perhaps giving Maven a commitment when I still had doubts wasn’t a wise decision. I liked bedding her. She was an exceptional lover, skilled in bed, and I had become comfortable with her around. However, we had never imprinted. Imprinting for a wolf comes unbidden and binds the alphas forever. That had not happened with Maven.

      When Rolly asked how she could be my alpha mate when we had not imprinted, I knew he was right. Azie was a witch, not a werewolf, and yet the two had imprinted almost immediately. It was all so damned confusing.

      It was in that moment, in that proverbial blink of an eye, that my life was forever changed.

      I stood frozen, still in wolfen form, as I watched what appeared to be a giant slug coming towards me at incredible speed. I had never seen anything like it. I remember growling even as launched itself into the air.

      The next thing I knew, before I could react, the thing had somehow attached itself to my wolf. I shifted into human …

      And I pummeled and pulled and pushed at the revolting creature in my attempt to fight it off. It happened all too quickly.

      At first I didn’t black out. At first, I felt the demon as it seeped into me, every bit as painfully as transforming had been before Azie helped us with our ability to shift from wolf to human, human to wolf.

      Agony wrenched my mind as the thing blended its horrific liquid self into my blood, my organs, my brain.

      All at once, it was totally inside me, taking over my heartbeat, weaving itself into my thoughts, usurping all that I was and making me its own.

      For a time, I blacked out.

      When I came to and realized what had happened, I did all that I could to destroy him. Nothing worked. I was trapped.

      This past year nearly drove me mad.

      The demon, Valmod, used my name, my identity, and took off for the Rockies in Canada, where he created a pack of his own. My pack was left behind to wonder what had become of me. I wasn’t sure why he didn’t try and take my pack, but I was glad that he left them in peace.

      Later, I realized he needed werewolves accustomed to being vicious to join him. He wanted killers at his side. He wanted a group of violent werewolves to do and enjoy his bidding. My pack would not have served him well.

      Why me? As it turned out, it was simply a case of wrong place, wrong time.

      He committed unspeakable crimes while he controlled my body, and I was helpless to stop him. I was imprisoned, unable to use my own voice, unable to act, and nearly unconscious. In fact, most of the time, I receded into nothingness … until Wendy came along.

      Before Wendy, I had just about given up all hope. I had already tried everything I knew to break out and stop him, with no success. My magic was useless against his demonic spell. He knew what I was doing, and he laughed at all my feeble attempts. My power was nothing next to his.

      I would rage against him as I tried clawing inside my own body with what was left of my mind, and all he did was laugh. That laugh that made me want to rip his throat out with my canines, canines that were no longer under my control.

      Over and over again I was shoved and beaten down. My alpha no longer was my own.

      This demon was an immortal with enormous power. He was ruthless and driven, and I was locked in a prison from where, if I didn’t escape, I knew I would wither and die. Before Wendy, I had, in fact, begun to wish I were dead.

      Looking back, I wonder what I would have done if the little wolf, Wendy, had not been there for me.

      I stopped trying to get out, and oddly enough that made me stronger. I watched Wendy and tried to warn her.

      She heard me. She actually heard me and knew … she knew I existed inside my body still. She wouldn’t give up trying to save me. She was resilient and tenacious to the point where it nearly cost her everything.

      I owe her my life, my sanity, my loyalty.

      When her mate, Bray, jumped into the fray, the end result was that not only was I separated from the demon, I was also able to witness that demon destroyed and turned into ash.

      Now, I am no longer what I had been.

      I am no longer just an alpha wolf. I no longer need Azie’s magic to allow me to change at will and without pain. I can call upon my wolf form whenever I wish, and the change is instantaneous. Wendy and Bray saved me, and because of them and the potion they administered, I am alive, so alive.

      However, I have a shitload of trouble ahead.

      My pack is missing.

      Even if I find them, can I still claim them? I am no longer really a werewolf. I am shifter and more. If I find them and try to lead, will they reject me?

      Damn it all to hell. I am nearly sure Becket’s hand is in this.

      Maybe I’m not pure werewolf any longer, and maybe time will demand I release my pack to another alpha, a werewolf alpha, but not to Becket Rheams!

      Rheams is a hardass, but that isn’t why I despise the beta wolf. He has always dabbled in Dark Magic, something werewolves aren’t even supposed to understand, let alone have the ability to use. I’m worried he’ll lead my pack into darkness with promises too tempting to turn from.

      And where is Maven?

      I think about her, about her long blonde hair and her hazel eyes, about the way she’d wrap her body around mine and make me forget the long, hard days I spent getting my pack into shape after our battle with the Roslo war pack. Those werewolves wanted what was ours. To retain the rights to our land—and our community—we had to stand strong against them, and with Azie’s help we had.

      Maven wanted to be my mate—always asking me why I hadn’t declared our union, why I hadn’t given her the bite that would seal the deal.

      I had held back even though I enjoyed our lovemaking, even though I thought what we had was probably love. Why? Because as a werewolf I knew in my blood there was a reason we had not imprinted on one another.

      Even with my doubts, though, I had finally decided the time had come to take her as my mate. The pack needed two alphas.

      Then the demon Valmod stole my life.

      In the end, it was Wendy who believed in me and the Fae elixir that saved me.

      Now I have Fae DNA inside me. Now I am an immortal, a hybrid of sorts, with all that goes with it.

      Fae Prince Bray, now my friend, spent hours helping me along, giving me a quick course in some of my newly acquired Fae abilities and responsibilities. All the while, however, all I wanted to do was get back to my pack. I barely took in what he said. I was focused on getting back to the Adirondacks, my pack, and my home.

      Instinct drove me hard. Concern for my pack turned into an obsession. I had to find them and make certain that if Becket had taken over, he wasn’t leading them into trouble. Still, it was with a heavy heart that I left Wendy, Bray, and all of them. We were close, and I know they felt I wasn’t ready, but I didn’t have a choice.

      So, here I am, and my pack is nowhere to be found.

      What I have found is that our community, our way of life, appears to have been totally destroyed. I walk through the empty village looking at storefronts burnt to the ground, totally destroyed. I go to their homes to find the same: homes and stores all strewn in pieces everywhere I look.

      I go to Rolly and Azie’s place, and that too has been burnt to the ground. There is no sign of them anywhere. What happened?

      I know there is something else—something I can’t see and just beneath the surface.

      Did the Roslo pack do this?

      Instinct shouts no. Why would they destroy what they wished to own?

      It had taken my family—our pack—fifty years to build this community and make it a thriving village. Tourists come to enjoy the summer months because our inn and its many cabins sit on a large, private lake. Our inn is always full, our restaurants overflowing. In the winter, the nearby skiing keeps them coming back, and so our community thrived and prospered.

      I remember the day nine years ago when I took over my father’s pack.

      When both my parents died in one of the pack wars, I swore I would find a way to negotiate peace whenever possible, but the Roslo pack refused to come to the table until they were forced to, until they realized we outnumbered them and were not backing down. Protecting one’s home always brings out the ‘do or die’ determination. Besides that, I was not a fool. I wanted peace, but all my weres were trained for combat, and we had Azie’s magic.

      All these thoughts collide into one another as I walk up the stone steps of one of my beta wolves’ inn.

      The inn, once a magnificent structure of stone and cedar, now lay in a rubble of burnt timber.

      My heart aches.

      This last year while I was held prisoner by the demon, I passed my twenty-ninth year. An entire year, but only a year, and during it everything my family worked so hard to establish was blasted into nothingness.

      What catastrophe could have occurred?

      Damn it all to hell! I feel like I’ve just raced out of one nightmare into another.

      Am I cursed?

      Fuck yeah, but I’m going to deal with it. I need to find my pack, and at least I now know how to use my new power of transportation—shifting.

      I could track as a wolf. I’d been good at it, but now, with Fae streaming through my blood, I pick up on a scent so faint from age that my old self couldn’t have: It’s Rheams’ scent.

      I have one more place I need to see.

      I travel Fae style to what had been my home and stare at what was once a cozy cedar cabin.

      I had planned so many things for that cabin after I took a mate and had a family.

      Charred cedar, broken and burned furniture lay scattered, some in piles as though someone had picked through it looking for something. I know what they were looking for. Correction—I know what Rheams had been looking for!

      My blood goes into overdrive, speeding through my veins as it shoots up to my head. I am going to kill him. A peaceful solution is no longer an option.

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