No Remorse by Marylynn Bast Read Free Book Online Page A

The men couldn’t keep their hands off the girls, but it paid well. So Amber moved from bar to bar, earning enough money for food and shelter, eventually saving enough to buy a vehicle.
    It wasn’t much of a car, but it kept her from walking or running everywhere she wanted to go. Over the next couple of years, Amber continued the training he r mother had taught her by tracking and stalking what would soon be her prey, once she finally turned.
     
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    Years later, by the time Amber finally turned, she had become a highly trained and skilled predator. Adept at staying hidden, she knew how to track her prey. Amber knew early on that she would not prey on an innocent human. The person would be a threat to other humans, like Andrew Small.
    Back in her motel room, Amber had dug up dirt on Andrew. His name was all over the local news. The small town’s newspaper’s website proudly showed off their small town’s gossip.
    The Internet is an amazing tool. It didn’t take much an effort to get information on Andrew’s past. He was on his third marriage and he apparently cheated, a lot! The latest report on him is what caught Amber’s attention. Andrew had been released from jail for attacking a woman. In fact, over the past ten years, he had been charged with attacking half a dozen women, but somehow the charges had always been dropped. Amber wondered how many women he had attacked who hadn’t reported him.
    Choosing Andrew as her second victim had been a good choice. Amber’s first had been the child molester who had captured young girls , then bragged about his conquests to his l owlife friends at the bar when she overhe ard their conversation . His camping trip had not ended too well for him.
     
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    With so much time on her hands, Amber couldn't stop thinking about what little her mother had taught her, wondering if she would learn to control the beast that resided inside h er. Her mother had told her it would be hard and she would have regrets after a kill, but there were choices. Humans were not the only thing they could feed on. Amber continued to worry. Her mother was a typical werewolf, but Amber was not.
    Throughout the past two months, Amber had changed at least a dozen times, but kept her human victims to a minimum; only the two scumbags. Each kill had been planned.
    She rented a room where she could get in and out without being seen. The forest was a couple hundred yards away, allowing Amber to slip out of her room during her unexpected changes to run and pursue rabbits, squirrels, and other small animals that resided in the thicket. Deer were supposed to be good, but Amber didn’t know if she wanted to kill Bambi’s mother. The horns on the bucks were deadly to a pup. Amber ate whatever was available; as a werewolf, she couldn’t be too picky.
    Her wolf learned really quick how to avoid the nasty smelling skunks. Rats were her least favorite, but had worked when hunger had almost overtaken rational thought, when nothing else had been available.
    Amber often wondered what it was like to be part of a pack, to hunt and work as one cooperative group.
    Having never been around people longer than what she suffered through at work, Amber didn’t know if she could be around anyone for an extended period of time. Yes, she was lonely, but she was in control of her time. It has been years since her stay at school and being separated from her mother, and Blake.
    Since Blake, she had not allowed anyone to become close enough emotionally to become a hindrance. Because she wasn’t a typical werewolf, she couldn’t afford to let anyone get close enough to find out what she was. Amber occasionally thought of Trina and Toby and the few other females she had met along the way. When she met people, men, at work, she always kept them at arms-length, and they learned very quickly to keep their hands to themselves. So interaction with humans was doable. Her life was tolerable.
    Some days, though, Amber