Never Cry Wolf by Cynthia Eden

Author:Cynthia Eden [Eden, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9780758242150
Amazon: B00A8NGHE2
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
Published: 2011-07-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

They were brothers. Duncan and Connor. She’d done Y Chromosome testing, and the proof was right there for her to see. They shared the same father.

Alphas are born, not made.

Their father had been a werewolf alpha, and now, so were both Duncan and Connor.

The two men also shared the same mother. She’d been lucky enough to get DNA from the ME who’d worked Katrina McGuire’s murder case that had confirmed their link.

“It’s true.” Duncan’s voice. Flat. Cold. And coming from right behind her.

She pressed her hands against the table. Thanks to the high-end equipment that Pate had stocked in her lab, she’d had the results in just a few hours. Hours that Duncan had spent pacing.

She turned toward him. “Same mother. Same father.” A father who’d been a werewolf.

Duncan shook his head. “I don’t remember a brother, I don’t—”

“You remember his screams. Now that you’ve seen him again, you’ll probably start to remember even more.” She walked toward him. Duncan’s body was thick with tension and the room seemed charged with his desperate energy. “You were a kid then, too, you—”

“I was five. I would have remembered him. Not just screams. Him.”

Holly swallowed. “You survived a blood bath. Your mother was slaughtered. You must have been in shock when the authorities found you.”

“And I—what? Just pretended my own brother didn’t exist?”

“You were a child,” she said as she tried to keep her voice soothing. “You can’t blame yourself for something that happened back then.”

“He blames me. He hates me.”

Connor certainly seemed to. “Well, if Pate’s intel on him is right, the guy is psychotic so he probably blames a lot of people for—”

Duncan’s head had snapped up.

I said the wrong thing. Oh, crap.

“He’s slaughtered so many. He’s my blood, that’s what you’re test showed, right? That’s what he told me.” Duncan sucked in a deep breath. “A killer…that’s what he is.”

“But that’s not what you are.” She wanted to shake him—so she did. A hard yank against his shoulders. So much for soothing. “You aren’t him. You haven’t spent years killing. You’re a good agent. A good man. Whatever he is, that isn’t you.”

“But we share blood. A father.” His brows furrowed. “Wait, if my father was a werewolf, was it some kind pack war? Is that what happened? Other wolves came and killed him and my mother?”

And here was going to be another revelation that wasn’t easy to give. “I…I got the ME from your hometown to fax me the autopsy reports for your parents.”

“What?”

“I should have told you first but…” But what if she’d been wrong? “Duncan, the man who died, he wasn’t your father.”

But Duncan shook his head. “He was. That was my family. My mother. My father. My—”

“Do you remember them? Or do you just remember…” She hated hurting him. “Do you just remember that the cops told you that your parents were dead?”

His silence was her answer.

“You don’t remember your life with them, do you?”

His jaw locked. “I don’t remember anything before the blood and screams.

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