Waking Up Dead (The Western Werewolf Legend #1) Read Online Free PDF

didn’t make sense. While he pondered the answer, a
birdcall went up some place close to their location.
    “ That ain’t no ordinary
bird, Lieutenant.” Abram peered owl eyes first left and then
right.
    “ I know. Let’s get the hell
out of here. This place gives me the creeps,” Ty
growled.
     

Chapter 2
    Belief
    Soft, wet flakes of snow fell around
her. The ground underneath her was warm though. How long had she
been there? No twilight stars peeked from behind the clouds
blanketing the spring dusk.
    Sonja took small uneven breaths as she
rose. The pain seared through her in waves, stealing her breath,
robbing her conscious mind of calm. Her mortal part realized she
would live while the beast in her raged at the atrocities she’d
endured. The havoc her beastly soul wrecked in the time before she
returned from her romp with the vampires was yet unknown to
her.
    Gingerly, she tested the arm which
sang out in agony with a touch. She needed time, she mused, time to
heal and a safe place from further attack. Night came quickly to
this part of the forest. She’d best be getting to a safer clime.
Since her house lay in ruins, she set her hopes on the barn. The
effort to rise brought on more waves of stabbing discomfort and
nausea. Stumbling toward her home place, her ears ever alert, her
keen wolf sight taking in every twig and flutter of a new leaf,
Sonja limped toward home.
    She’d taken no more than a handful of
steps when a huge shadow stepped into the path ahead. His long arms
hung well past normal, making him appear to drag his knuckles on
the ground out of habit. Talons of a blue-green intensity jutted
from his hairy fingertips and reminded her of an eagle’s
claws.
    Sonja recognized the soundless
appearance of the one called Guardian. “Damn it, quit doing that!”
She’d grown more accustom to his appearing and disappearing on
whims. Still in the aftermath of a battle, she senses remained on
high alert.
    “ You could have helped, you
know,” she snapped the words out before thinking. Wouldn’t do to
antagonize the first assistance she’d garnered since the battle
began, Sonja mused.
    “ How would that have
benefited your training?” The Guardian’s long wolfish silhouette
gleamed with droplets of dew clinging to the course, straggly hairs
on his snout and chin. “You did well.”
    A small surge of pride sparked inside
her chest. “Of course you watched.” Her short snort of laughter
ended in pain. Stopped by the sharp thrust of what seemed like a
blade piercing her side, Sonja swayed. She reached out with her
good hand to grip a nearby tree for support.
    “ Your injuries are many,
Sonja.” The Guardian stood alongside her and Sonja realized he’d
used his transport powers once more. His disappearance and
reemergence used to bother her. Perhaps she was growing accustom to
his strange talents, or possibly madness was slowly taking
over.
    “ I’ll be fine with some
time.” Blinking at his great presence next to her, she asked, “Can
you get me to someplace safe?” The pain shot through her side again
and she caught herself before she winced. “I seemed to have burned
down my house.”
    The grin which appeared on his ugly
mug, couldn’t be described as pleasant. More of a smirk. “I’ll have
you safe in a few minutes.” With the statement, he whisked her into
his massive arms and the next place they came to was her sister’s
house.
    A big strapline Cur dog rested in the
doorway to the modest but comfortable looking cottage. A trail of
flowering Jasmine peaked out from the trellises on either side of
the front porch. The steps down to the ground were steeper than
Sonja’s steps and immediate gratitude to the great one came over
her, when he deposited her on the planks of the porch rather than
make her walk up the small flight of stairs to the door.
    “ I shouldn’t be here,” she
told him as he knocked on the portal for her.
    “ You’ll be safer here than
in that rundown barn of