What happens when the hunter becomes the hunted? He hunts the monsters, and he protects the innocent, but Damon just never expected to become a monster. CIA Special Agent Damon Hunt spent his days–and his nights–tracking real-life monsters. Most humans weren’t aware of the vampires and werewolves that walked among them. They didn’t realize the danger that they face, but Damon knew about the horror that waited in the darkness. He hunted the monsters but after a brutal werewolf attack, Damon begun to change…and soon he was one of the very beasts that he has hunted. Dr. Hellen Young was supposed to help Damon during his transition. It was her job to keep him sane so that he could continue working with the CIA’s Para Unit. But as Damon’s beast grew stronger, the passion that she and Damon had held carefully in check pushed to the surface. The desire that was raging between them could be a very dangerous thing…because Hellen wasn’t exactly human, not any longer. As the monsters circle in, determined to take out all of the agents working at the Para Unit, Hellen and Damon would have to use their own supernatural strengths in order to survive. But as they gave up more of their humanity and embraced the beasts within them both, they realize that the passion between them wasn’t safe, it wasn’t controllable, and their dark need may just be an obsession that could destroy them both.
View More“Dr. Young!” Shawn’s horrified voice cut through the cloud of lust.Shawn. And, just like that, Hellen didn’t have to worry about breaking free of Damon’s grip. Because of the other man’s shout, Damon pushed her away from him and leapt from the table.Then he went after Shawn. With claws stretching from the tips of his fingers and with a snarl on his lips, Duncan launched at the other man.“No!” Hellen screamed.But Damon didn’t stop. Shawn had the silver collar in his hands, and he’d holstered his weapon, so he had to drop the collar before he could arm himself.The collar hit the floor, and Shawn didn’t move fast enough to draw out his weapon.Damon’s right hand wrapped around Shawn’s throat. He lifted the agent up into the air. Shawn’s feet dangled, and he tried to choke out some speech.We are so screwed. She’d been right earlier. “Damon! Let him go!” Hellen screamed. He hadn’t hurt her, but it certainly looked like he was ready to introduce Shawn to a whole world of pain.Wolves
He’d also wanted her to study the prisoners in containment.Two reasons to bring her in. There were more reasons, of course, there always were. But those were the two he’d used to the CIA Brass.And, since she’d owed Patrick far more than she could ever repay, it wasn’t like Hellen had been given much of a choice in taking the job.No, she’d lost that whole choice option a year ago. When she’d lost her life.Carefully now, she lifted one of Damon’s eyelids. She was about to shine her light on his eye when she realized—No need for light.His eye was shining on its own. The blue had lit up, streaking with gold. Already a werewolf’s sight. A werewolf’s vision was ten times better than a human’s during the day, and at night, werewolves could see in the darkness. All of a werewolf’s senses were enhanced. Incredibly amped.She backed away from him a bit. Her gaze scanned over his body. So much blood. Her nostrils flared a bit at the scent. Considering the damage he’d sustained, it was amaz
She saw his dark hair first. Thick and a little too long. Then her gaze fell to his strong cheekbones, knife sharp. She recognized the hard blade of his nose, but his eyes were closed, so she didn’t see his normally bright blue stare."Damon?"“Get back,” Patrick ordered the other agents as he lifted his hands. “Clear the room so she can work!” Then Patrick’s fingers curled around her elbow, and he leaned in close to her. His voice lowered as he whispered, “You keep him sane.” An order. Or a plea?She stared down at Damon’s powerful body. Blood was all over him. Already drying on his ripped clothes. On his neck. His arms. But even as she stared at him, the long, thick gashes on his body were closing before her eyes.Werewolf healing. That was some kind of magic.“He’s going to be very strong,” Patrick murmured the soft words just for her ears. The other agents had already backed up. Backed up, but she noticed that Damon’s partner, Eli, still had his gun out.And aimed at Damon’s uncon
Eli shook his head. The lines on his face deepened even more.“Get him to the containment facility,” a hard voice ordered.Whoa…what? Containment? Containment was where his team—the Arcadia division of the CIA’s not-supposed-to-exist Para Unit—sent their captured shifters and vampires for temporary holding. He wasn’t a prisoner. He was one of the good guys.Damon tried to lift his head. On the second attempt, he actually succeeded, and it was then that he saw the face of his boss, Patrick MC'cain, come into focus. “I’m sorry,” Patrick said, and he actually sounded like he was, odd for the usually emotionless director, “but we don’t have an option.”Damon jerked at the bonds holding him down. The other agents had strapped him to a gurney and were wheeling him toward a waiting ambulance.“You were bitten by the suspect.” Real regret tinged Patrick’s voice. “You know what that means.”Bitten. No. The f**k, no. “Kill me,” Damon snapped. Because there was no way he’d become a monster. The
Special Agent Damon Hunt raced around the street corner, chasing his prey even as his heartbeat thundered in his ears. Damon’s partner, Eli Blank, was just steps behind him. No damn way were they letting the killer escape.The twisted bastard had already murdered four women in Arcadia Bay. Slashed their bodies. Torn out their throats. This nightmare was ending.Damon would make it end.The perp rushed into an alley."Dead end, ass**le."The killer didn’t know the city, as well as Damon, did.His hold tightened on his weapon, and he leapt right into the entrance of that narrow alleyway. “Freeze!” Damon roared. “I said Freeze!”The perp—a man with long, shaggy, blond hair—was facing the brick wall that ended the alley. At Damon’s shout, the man did freeze, for all of about twenty seconds. Then he started laughing as he spun to face Damon and Eli.“You humans are so out of your league,” the blond snarled. His hands were up, and, as Damon watched, the guy’s nails began to transform—Into
Special Agent Damon Hunt raced around the street corner, chasing his prey even as his heartbeat thundered in his ears. Damon’s partner, Eli Blank, was just steps behind him. No damn way were they letting the killer escape.The twisted bastard had already murdered four women in Arcadia Bay. Slashed their bodies. Torn out their throats. This nightmare was ending.Damon would make it end.The perp rushed into an alley."Dead end, ass**le."The killer didn’t know the city, as well as Damon, did.His hold tightened on his weapon, and he leapt right into the entrance of that narrow alleyway. “Freeze!” Damon roared. “I said Freeze!”The perp—a man with long, shaggy, blond hair—was facing the brick wall that ended the alley. At Damon’s shout, the man did freeze, for all of about twenty seconds. Then he started laughing as he spun to face Damon and Eli.“You humans are so out of your league,” the blond snarled. His hands were up, and, as Damon watched, the guy’s nails began to transform—Into
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