"Arthur, Keri - Ripple Creek 01 - Beneath a Rising Moon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Arthur Keri)

stages of mating. She forced her gaze away, even though
the wildness within yearned to watch. Hungered to join
them.
Her stomach turned again. God, she hated this place.
Hated everything it represented. Given the choice, she’d
rather burn the Sinclair estate to the ground than be
walking its halls. She wasn’t a prude, far from it—she’d
given in to the power of the moon more than once herself.
But if it wasn’t for this place, if it wasn’t for the wanton
and careless behavior of its guests, her twin sister would
not now be lying in the hospital close to death.
Tears stung her eyes, and she took a deep breath.
Don’t think. Just do.
She moved onto the dance floor, inching her way past
the slowly dancing couples. Her pulse throbbed in time to
the music’s heavy beat, and the deep down ache got
stronger.
She clenched her fists and made her way towards the
rear exit. She’d spent most of her adult life fighting the
worst of her desires, and she would not give in now. Not
fully, even here in this place of dark freedom.
And yet at the same time she knew she’d do whatever

she had to—even unleashing the wildness—if in the end
it led her to the man who’d attacked her twin.
She’d studied the files in Savannah’s office before she’d
come down here this evening. The killer had struck three
times, each time near dawn and just beyond the
boundaries of the Sinclair mansion. The victims were
always alone, though forensics had, not surprisingly,
found evidence to suggest each victim had taken more
than half a dozen lovers the night of their deaths.
Savannah and the other werewolf rangers who patrolled
the Ripple Creek Reservation—which was the mountain
homeland of the four Colorado wolf packs—believed the
killer was shadowing his victims as they left the mansion,
attacking once they were well clear of any help. But they
had no proof of this, nothing more than scents and
suspicions—neither of which were admissible in court—
human or werewolf.
Savannah had been following one such scent when
she’d been attacked by a silver wolf. Only the fact that
she’d been in wolf form herself had saved her. The winter
coat of their tribe was thick, and the silver wolf had been
unable to gain any true grip around her sister’s throat.
But even so, her wounds were multiple and life threatening.
Neva had shared the last, terrifying moments of her
twin’s horror. And while she’d never wanted to go through
something like that again, it was the link between them
that had in the end saved her sister. Savannah had