Wolf Hunted Northern Creatures Book Four Kris Austen Radcliffe Contents The Worlds of Get Free Books Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Epilogue Fae Touched Get Free Books The Worlds of About the Author The Worlds of Kris Austen Radcliffe Smart Urban Fantasy: Northern Creatures Monster Born Vampire Cursed Elf Raised Wolf Hunted Fae Touched Death Kissed God Forsaken Magic Scorned (coming soon) Genre-bending Science Fiction about love, family, and dragons: World on Fire Series one Fate Fire Shifter Dragon Games of Fate Flux of Skin Fifth of Blood Bonds Broken & Silent All But Human Men and Beasts The Burning World Dragon’s Fate and Other Stories Series Two Witch of the Midnight Blade Witch of the Midnight Blade Part One Witch of the Midnight Blade Part Two Witch of the Midnight Blade Part Three Witch of the Midnight Blade: The Complete Series Series Three World on Fire Call of the Dragonslayer (coming soon) Hot Contemporary Romance: The Quidell Brothers Thomas’s Muse Daniel’s Fire Robert’s Soul Thomas’s Need Quidell Brothers Box Set Includes: Thomas’s Muse Daniel’s Fire Roberts’s Soul Copyright 2019 Kris Austen Radcliffe All rights reserved. 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My canine emperor, Marcus Aurelius, was a stout hound of indeterminate breed, intelligent and fully capable of taking care of himself. He came home intermittently, mostly to say hello, looking well-fed and well-groomed and wagging his tail. Someone was caring for him. But there would be no searching for either my dog or my mystery woman this afternoon. Not with a royal re-wedding to attend. Ed Martinez, the currently-off-duty sheriff of our magical corner of the world, straightened his cufflinks and his tie. Like me, he wore a nice autumn-toned suit, his a warmish blue-gray flecked with gold that complemented his features, and mine a red-oak-tinted gray that warmed my otherwise sallow skin. We were under orders to dress for the occasion, and had both been fitted by the town tailor, an elf with exquisite taste and an eye for proportion. Neither Ed nor I would have been nearly as well-coordinated if we’d been left to our own devices, though Ed at least understood where to shop and how to harmonize colors. He looked up at my tie, frowned, and patted at the gray and maroon strip of fabric looped around my neck like a modern noose. “How can you be two centuries old and not know how to tie a Windsor knot?” he asked. I looked down at the tie. I often asked Maura to help because of my big, clumsy fingers, but she and Akeyla had already left by the time I’d returned from my daily—hourly, to be honest—venture into the woods surrounding my lake home. She was out there somewhere, my mystery woman. Somewhere nearby. I swear I could feel her. So I looked every day. Maura and Akeyla had noticed, and were beginning to make faces. Finding Marcus Aurelius worked as an excuse for about a week. Now both of my elven houseguests puckered their lips and tossed suspicious looks in my general direction every time I stepped off the deck and headed into the rustling trees. “Frank,” Ed said. “Focus.” I exhaled and looked up at the clear blue autumn sky over Alfheim. Arne Odinsson and Dagrun Tyrsdottir, our King and Queen, were about to renew their centuries-old marriage vows in Alfheim’s downtown-adjacent tourist-filled Riverside Park, and they’d invited everyone—all the elves, wolves, townies, out-of-town tourists who’d come up from The Cities for the weekend, and every single one of the farmers in the surrounding territory. I was surprised we didn’t have a senator or two, or the mayors of Bemidji, Brainerd, Duluth, and Grand Rapids here as well. We didn’t, as far as I could tell. The only politicians in the park were the local elves. Ed adjusted my tie. I frowned and pulled on it myself. “It’s fine.” He shook his head. “You’re standing up with elves.” “So are you.” Ed, Gerard Geroux—Remy was still in Las Vegas and would be home in a few days—one of the elven owners of Raven’s Gaze Brewery and Pub, Bjorn Thorsson, and I were standing on Arne’s side. Maura, Akeyla, Benta, and Axlam Geroux on Dag’s side. Someone had set up a video feed for Remy in Vegas; Magnus, who was in New Zealand; and a few other elves in other enclaves, whom I suspected were the real audience.
