Twilight Hunter

Twilight Hunter
Kait Ballenger

When danger collides with desire Jace McCannon is loyal to one cause: the Execution Underground.Despite his mixed blood, his hatred for the werewolves he hunts is legendary. But in his search for a sadistic killer, Jace finds himself face to face with a stunningly seductive pack master… and longing for a night with his mortal enemy.Nothing can stop Frankie Amato from defending her kind – or catching the rogue responsible for killing women in her territory. For that, she needs Jace. But as their investigation exposes evil truths, need burns into a passion that dare not be fulfilled.For to do so will have deadly consequences for them both…

Praise for

KAIT BALLENGER

“Non-stop action, pulse-pounding suspense, and red-hot

romance… Kait Ballenger’s Execution Underground

series delivers in spades!”

—Jaime Rush, New York Times bestselling author

“Action and romance in one mesmerizing story.

A phenomenal start to the Execution Underground

series. Shadow Hunter will leave you breathless and demanding more.” —Cecy Robson, author of Sealed with a Curse

“Taut with action, suspense, and romance that sizzles,

Shadow Hunter is an evocative prelude to what’s certain to be an exciting new series! Fans of JR Ward are going to love the sexy warriors of Kait Ballenger’s Execution Underground.” —Kate SeRine, author of Red and The Better to See You

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AFTER DARK

“Shadow Hunter”

Twilight Hunter

Kait Ballenger

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

To my mom, Jessica Schulz,

for believing in me when no one else would

and for always telling me I could achieve my dreams.

I’ll love you always, mama.

Contents

CHAPTER ONE (#uf0c23ea1-6675-5474-b4ad-976d93da41f3)

CHAPTER TWO (#u6bf8ce28-a0ba-572f-a961-65d378d5b549)

CHAPTER THREE (#u69cb5ddd-5dc3-5323-9ccd-dc9d1909e05f)

CHAPTER FOUR (#u833d469e-df2c-510d-8656-5e0507de9270)

CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

Skinwalker [skin-waw-ker] (n.)—1. A being capable of assuming the identity of an animal

2. God of Norse mythology 3. Shape-shifter

CHAPTER ONE

JACE MCCANNON PALMED the Mateba and clicked back the gun’s hammer. The cold grip panels of the modified revolver sat comfortably in his hand. Six silver bullets for a rogue werewolf. Limited shots. But he was feeling lucky.

He gripped the gun with both hands and lowered it to his side, slipping in and out of the shadows. The rank scent of garbage, car exhaust and piss wafted into his nose as he reached the alleyway. Ah, the sweet aroma of Rochester’s slums. He ran his tongue over his teeth, jonesing for a cigarette to drown out the smell and steady the adrenaline buzz creeping through his veins. Damn, he wanted to find this son of a bitch.

Resting his back against a brick building, he paused and glanced up. The white moon stared down at the Earth, calling him. Heat prickled beneath his skin.

He wrenched his gaze from the tempting sky and forced himself into the moment. Inhaling deeply, he rushed around the corner and scanned the area, pointing his gun into the darkness. No one. No werewolves, no hobos. Damn, not even the prostitutes were roaming.

Not that he blamed them. Regular killings weren’t anything to call home about—happened all the time. But this was different. Innocent women being found with their organs slung around their corpses, Jack-the-Ripper style. The worst part? Jace had no idea where to find the sick fuck responsible, and the thought of the young women’s pain sent his blood boiling.

He explored the alley, gun still at the ready and eyes searching for any sign of movement. A rustling noise hissed from around the next corner. Jace held his gun tight and sneaked down the narrow passage toward it. The sound grew louder, and he quickened his pace. When he reached the bend he stopped, listening closely. He threw himself around the corner, gun ready and his finger on the trigger.