Marisa Chenery - Wolves of East Anglia 02 - Forever Claimed, Wolves of East Anglia

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Wolves of East Anglia 2 – Forever Claimed
ISBN 978-1-60592-135-8
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Wolves of East Anglia – Forever Claimed Copyright 2010 Marisa Chenery
Cover Art by Fiona Jayde
This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any existing means without written
permission from the publisher. Contact Noble Romance Publishing, LLC at PO Box 467423, Atlanta, GA
31146.
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely
coincidental. The characters are products of the author's imagination and used fictitiously.
Book Blurb
Out for a walk on her fist evening of her holiday in Norwich, England, Kamryn finds
herself literally knocked on her butt by a gorgeous hunk of a man named Algar. He is quick to apologize
when he helps her to her feet, and holds her hand a little longer than necessary, but he still reluctantly
rushes after the man who he had been chasing. Kamryn returns to her hotel, sure she won't see him
again.
Algar quickly takes down the werewolf sired by Fenris the wolf, in the hopes of finding the woman he'd
knocked over before she disappears. After following her scent, only to come to a dead end at the hotel's
elevator, he plans to return in the morning to wait for her to put in an appearance. When she does, he
finds she stirs his wolf as much as she stirs his body.
Certain she is the woman meant for him, meant to be forever claimed by an immortal werewolf warrior,
he knows he can't let her go, even if she comes to fear what he is.
Chapter One
Having a few thousand dollars in lottery winnings, Kamryn had used the money to take that trip
overseas she'd dreamed about for years. She'd arrived in Norwich, England that afternoon and had slept
most of the day away since her body was still on Niagara Falls time. Now early evening, she'd decided to
go for a walk and see a bit of the town. Leaving her hotel, Kamryn strolled along the sidewalk with no
real destination in mind. She planned to be here for two weeks. The long flight to get here and then
sleeping most of the daylight hours away had already eaten into the first day of her vacation. Anxious
but excited, she continued. This was also the first time she'd been out of the States.
She walked past a busy pub, not stopping to go inside. She would have to experience a pub before
she left England, but she wasn't in the mood to sit alone inside one right now. The evening was nice, and
she'd been cooped up, first inside an airplane for hours and then inside her hotel room. She needed the
fresh air more than she needed to 'have a pint', as the British say.
Walking down one street and then another, Kamryn soon found herself on a rather quiet avenue
fronting a fenced-in community park. Twilight was deepening into night, but streetlights were enough
for her to see by, and she still had time to investigate the park before she thought it best to return to her
hotel.
A short distance before she reached the gated entrance, a man raced past her, roughly jostling her
out of his way. Kamryn recovered, watching him disappear into the park. She slowed her steps, having
second thoughts about going inside, after all. Not knowing what the man ran from, she didn't exactly
want to meet up inside the fenced-in area in the dark.
That decided, Kamryn turned to go back the way she'd come and found herself literally knocked on
her ass as a second man barreled into her. Knowing she would feel this come morning, she lifted her
gaze, feeling a bit shaken by the enormous size of the man who hovered over her.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to plow into you like that. Are you all right?"
As she looked him fully in the face, her gaze settled more intently on him. Not only had he knocked
her on her ass, but also he'd left her speechless. Holding an expression of concern, his hazel eyes gazed at
her from a ruggedly handsome face. Kamryn ran her gaze from the brown hair that reached the collar of
his black leather jacket down to his well-muscled body. He towered over her. She had a feeling he would
dwarf her five-foot-four frame by at least a foot even if she was standing at her full height.
He stuck out his hand. "Here, let me help you up. Are you hurt?"
After a long minute still on her ass, Kamryn found her voice. "Ah . . . ah, I'm okay. I think my pride's
hurt more than anything."
She took his hand and let him pull her to her feet. Yup, he towered over her. Kamryn found her
gaze, once again, skimming over his face, taking in his straight nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones,
and his square jaw. The man was gorgeous. And his deep British accent made her wonder if it got deeper
and huskier when he took a woman to bed. Talk about a turn on. Actually, just staring at him was turning
her on. Since he still held her hand, she wondered what he might do if she tightened her grip and yanked
him closer so she could kiss those firm lips. In reaction to her thoughts, she licked her own.
Kamryn gave herself a mental shake. If she didn't snap out of it, she was sure he would think she
wasn't entirely all there.
"Good. I'm glad you weren't hurt." His gaze moved to the direction the other man had run and then
back to her. He shifted on his feet, almost as if he was reluctant to leave. But when a howl ripped through
the still night around them, he stiffened. "I apologize for knocking you over." Another howl reached their
ears. "I . . . I have to go. Sorry."
He then did the strangest thing. Using their joined hands, he yanked her closer and bent, burying his
nose in the crook of her neck. After taking a deep breath, as if he inhaled her scent, he released her and
took off running in the direction of the park.
Kamryn watched as he rounded the corner and disappeared through the park gate. Unsure about his
odd behavior, she continued on her way. Although she probably would never see him again, that didn't
stop her from memorizing what he looked like . . . just in case.
* * * * *
Algar put on a burst of speed once he picked up the werewolf's scent. If he was lucky, the bastard
would still be in the park. It was Algar's job to put him down. All werewolves sired by Fenris were
considered prey. A werewolf himself, he was nothing like those spawned by Fenris, who found pleasure
in killing and turning innocent mortals.
Slowing as another howl ripped through the night, Algar drew in a deep breath. He turned in the
direction of the scent trail left behind. Though he was hot on the beast's trail, Algar found it hard to
concentrate. The woman's scent still lingered in his nose. It seemed to have etched itself on his brain, not
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