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eBook Category: Romance/Fantasy
eBook Description: Magic has returned and the warders exist to protect 'normals' from vampires, werewolves, trolls, and other monsters. But when she's assigned to 'herd' a werewolf, one warder discovers that everything is not as it appears. A near-future paranormal romantic thriller.

eBook Publisher: BooksForABuck, Published: 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2005

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Words: 76325
Reading time: 218-305 min.
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"In The Werewolf's Den is a wonderfully captivating story that seems to attach itself to your soul and give your imagination a workout." 5 Stars.--Sheryl, eCataRomance

The alarm's eerie wail cut through Warder Cadet Danielle Goodman's sleep like a blade, jolting her awake. Around her, fellow warders stirred, snapped on equipment, grabbed a quick jolt of coffee--or something stronger. Time to get to work.

Danielle jerked on her bulletproof vest, the fabric heavy and cold to the touch, then snapped on the baby-blue helmet of the warders. This felt good, right.

"Ready, Danielle? Good work." Sergeant Mansfield, a crusty woman of indeterminate age, had been a cop way back, even before the return. Now she was a favorite mentor for graduating officers of the Warder Academy--and the Academy's toughest martial arts instructor.

"Any word on the alert?" Danielle asked.

The sergeant shrugged. "Two quicks, one slow. Got to be a vampire."

Danielle had known that, of course. You couldn't watch television without being bombarded by public service announcements about the warning signs, or by semi-fictionalized accounts of the great battles between normal humans and those afflicted with the return of magic, the impaired.

She pulled the coordinates off the computer, handed them to the sergeant, then climbed into the shotgun position in the heavy half-track the Los Angeles Warders used as assault transportation.

The diesel rumble and muffled clank of Kevlar treads set Danielle's heart beating faster than the alarm. After years of study, countless hours of simulation, and thousands of bruises in the ring, this was the real thing. Her chance to strike back at the bastards who had killed her mother and threatened the lives of countless thousands every day. She'd show her mentor, Joe Smealy, that she was worth the efforts he'd made to get her into the Academy.

The GPS offered driving suggestions, but Mansfield ignored those, taking shortcuts that only a native of Los Angeles would know: alleys that the maps showed had been blocked decades before but weren't, and burned out shells of buildings that a carefully managed assault vehicle could climb through.

The sergeant spun around the final corner and jammed on the brakes in front of an ancient motel that had been dilapidated when built in the late twentieth century and had only fallen on harder times since. They were barely a mile from the zone and few normals want to live that close to the infestation of magic. Only those too poor to have any other choice and those who would rather risk their lives and souls than come into contact with the authorities would live in a place like this.

According to the report, though, at least two who had made that choice could no longer be counted among the living. Whether they were safely dead was yet to be determined.

"Think you're ready?" Mansfield glared at her as if expecting a negative answer.

"I've been looking forward to this all my life," Danielle admitted.

"Right. I'm putting you in charge then." The sergeant punched a couple of keys in the truck's computer, then spoke over her radio. "Cadet Goodman has the command. Two confirmed casualties already. Let's not make a third, Warders."

For a fraction of a second, Danielle's brain blanked in panic. She was just a cadet. She had planned on taking part in the raid, not leading it. What if she messed up? What if she got a warder killed? What if, after years of work, she didn't have what it took and washed out of the Academy?

Then she caught her breath and nodded. She had the training. She could do this. "Squad two, go left. Squad three, take the right. I want Sergeant Mansfield and two others to circle around back and make sure he doesn't get away. Jones, Peterson, and Cortez, we're going in. One hundred seconds. Travel."

Mansfield nodded, but patted her sidearm.

Damn, she'd almost forgotten the most basic lesson of all.

"Load with silver, Warders," she concluded. "It may not kill the monster, but solid silver shot will sure slow it down."