Sorcerer: Trouble with Werewolves: Power of Air Book 2

Sorcerer: Trouble with Werewolves: Power of Air Book 2 by D. L. Harrison Read Free Book Online

Book: Sorcerer: Trouble with Werewolves: Power of Air Book 2 by D. L. Harrison Read Free Book Online
Authors: D. L. Harrison
direct, but Derik explained
wolf packs were hunters.  Derik’s pack would be more direct about it,
because they were on his land, but we had to figure out where they were
first.  My biggest fear was we wouldn’t get access to a body until there
was a new one, and only then if we could get to it before the feds did.
    The other case of course was Cindy, I felt a little helpless
about that.  I’d do the best I could though when Sierra called back, even
I couldn’t save them all, but all the others I did save didn’t seem like enough
in my mind.  Especially in this case, since it struck close to home with
    On top of that I had women on my mind, obviously.  I
wasn’t one to play around with multiple women, and if I did start dating one of
them I’d step back from the others in my mind, but right now I wasn’t with any
of them.  Diana couldn’t really be in the running right now, or possibly
ever, but my mind kept bouncing back and forth between Sierra and Tara, both
were captivating, and both came with an airport’s worth of luggage of different
kinds, and although the indications were there I wasn’t sure they really even
wanted me.  I could just be reading into things.
    I’m probably obsessing over it, but I am just twenty-one and
hadn’t been with a woman for longer than I’ll admit.
    Add in all the questions I had about my powers, my nature,
and my elusive enemies that killed my mother and it’s amazing I’m not a total
nut job.
    It was getting late, so I set up the morning coffee and went
to bed.  Needless to say, it took a while for my mind to quiet enough for

    Thursday, May 19 th , 2016, 05:30 AM
    I woke up to the sound of my front door at an ungodly
hour.  I pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and opened the
    Sierra wearing a white sundress with flowers and her usual
pair of sandals walked inside without a word, a concerned look on her face.
    “You didn’t answer your phone,” she said in a growly voice.
    I took a minute to fire up my two brain cells, the rest were
still asleep.
    “I went to sleep when you didn’t call me back, I was going
to call you this morning.”
    She shook her head, “Yes, but I called you back after our
pack run, and you didn’t answer the phone.  I thought you were in
trouble,” she finished with a frown, her voice still dangerous.
    “Sorry if I worried you?  I must’ve slept through it,
or left it on vibrate or something.  Umm, let me check.  Do you want
some coffee?”
    I walked into the kitchen and flipped on the coffee, I’d set
it to brew for seven, which was over an hour away from now.
    Her voice had lost some of its edge, and regained some of
its musical quality when she replied, “I’m glad to see you unharmed. 
Sure, I’ll take a cup when it’s ready.  Why did you call?”
    “Umm, let me take a shower, and I’ll explain it all to
you.  It’s for a case I need help with.”
    I took a five-minute shower and got dressed, when I got back
out I poured us both a cup and started cooking a quick breakfast.  She’d
seemed genuinely worried about me, so much so she’d come all the way out to the
city and her more savage instincts had come into play.  Was it because she
cared for me, or because I was a pack ally, or both?  I wasn’t sure.
    While finishing up breakfast I explained Cindy’s case, and
that my power was limited underground.
    Sierra nodded, “I can track her by scent, although that will
be complicated if she got onto one of the trains, and I’ll need something with
her scent first.”
    I was actually a little surprised at that, even if it was my
idea to begin with, “You can pick out a scent thirty-six hours old where
thousands of people have moved through?”
    She waved that away, “Yes, scents linger for a long
time.  Think of it like picking up the single voice of a friend in a
packed stadium of screaming and talking people.  That’s how scents work
for us, we don’t smell the

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