Blood Moon Rising I (The Janus Circle Prophecy #1)

Half-breeds Eva Kaylee and her sister Erie, have gone their whole lives shunned by their pack because they can’t shift. Eva is happy to shed her Wolvryn roots and embrace her human side until the day Erie is kidnapped.

Now, she has to ask for help from the one person she knows will have a reason to care — the only man capable of rescuing her sister.

From the minute the curvy brunette climbed through his window, L.A. SWAT captain Elijah Kane, knew she was trouble. And he isn’t wrong. An ancient prophecy, a fanatical sect headed by his own brother, and the threat of all hell breaking loose — makes for one really bad day.

And it’s about to get worse.

Eva is his mate. Only…she doesn’t know it yet.

He doesn’t want to be a hero. He doesn’t want to be her mate.

Too bad he doesn’t have a choice.

Note to reader: This is the FIRST part of a 10,000 word SERIAL, which will be told in three parts. 

Excerpt:

Eva Kaylee climbed the fire escape, jumping at the wild screech as metal ground against metal, terrified that every sound would betray her. Being on the run was no picnic. After spending the last week hiding, she was starving, cold, paranoid, and nearly numb to the fear that dogged her every waking moment. It might be suicide what she was doing but what choice did she have?
A week ago she’d been going about her life, happy and content, working on her newest art piece for a gallery show in Sherman Oaks, and the next she was running for her life. My, how things change in the blink of an eye.
Eva tested the window and wasn’t surprised to find it unlocked. Anyone who had the misfortune of climbing through this window uninvited likely wouldn’t live to talk about it — including herself. But she was out of options and just desperate enough to do something incredibly reckless…and stupid.
Just as she managed to put one leg over the sash, she yelped as she was yanked inside and thrown to the floor. She rolled to her feet in an instant, her fingers splayed in submission as she begged for a chance to explain. “Please don’t kill me! I need your help!”
“Who are you?”
His voice, thick with a growl, made her shiver with real fear. Elijah Kane was no ordinary man — he was Wolvryn, descended from pack leaders and a captain with the L.A. SWAT team. He could rip her to shreds and arrest her. She recognized the sound of a partial shift. His fangs were probably cutting into his bottom lip, sending a rivulet of blood down his chin while black-tipped claws curved into vicious killing implements. She’d seen what claws like that could do to human flesh. So much blood. He flipped the light, momentarily blinding her and she backed against the wall, stunned by how massive he was. Impossibly tall, probably about six foot, five inches, a solid two hundred and eighty pounds of pure muscle, with ebony hair that dusted his shoulders and moss green eyes that narrowed with suspicion as he awaited her answer — he was both beautiful and terrifying. And nearly naked.
“M-my name is Eva…Eva Kaylee. I-“ She stopped as he abruptly sniffed the air, everything about him tense. He strode to her, coming within inches, crowding her personal space and causing her to shake. “W-what are you doing?” she dared to ask when he wouldn’t back away. “Please…you’re scaring me.”
“What are you?” he asked, ignoring her plea. “I smell human…but not human.