C.D. Gorri

She's given up on love, but he’s just begun…

After five hundred years of servitude, Dragon shifter Callius Falk and his three brothers are finally freed from their bonds. Callius has one mission, to find his true mate.

Winifred Castillo spends her nights tending bar at The Thirsty Dog, a local favorite in Maccon City, New Jersey. After her boyfriend skips town with her rent money, she’s sworn off men. For good.

But what’s a Werewolf to do when a dark-haired stranger with golden eyes and rippling muscles claims her as his mate?

   

Falk Clan Tales

Nikolai rolled over and inhaled. Fiery citrus and smoky bourbon filled his nostrils, he smiled as he reached out a hand only to come up empty. What the…?


He leapt out of bed. His Dragon grumbled unhappily. His mate was gone. Where was she?


He pulled on pants and grabbed the phone calling the concierge. It seemed his mate had left an hour ago in a nondescript cab. It would take hours to find her this way. Shit.


He had to think. Fuck. His Dragon was growling, scales sprouted along his arms and chest. The beast was furious with him. He wanted to be let out. To hunt. To seek. To claim.


Be calm. My tongue is needed not your claws, he told the beast. Nikolai scrubbed a hand over his face, his stubbly beard scratching his palms. An idea struck.


He grabbed his cell and dialed the bank only to be greeted by a recorded message. They were closed. Fucking hell. He paced back and forth, running a hand up and down his face. Then he called Randall.


Chapter 9