The Calling Sweep 7 - Cate Tiernan, ebook
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//-->THE CALLING Bk7(Sweep Series)ByCate TiernanPrologueA wolf, silver-tipped fur, ivory teeth glinting in the candlelight,padding across a dark, polished marble floor to a stonetable. The room huge, black candles flickering in wallsconces. Leaves and vines in ornate plaster molding.A cougar, muscles rippling beneath a tawny pelt, boundstoward the table, golden eyes glittering. Black drapescovering tall, narrow windows. A great horned owl, its wingsand talons outstretched, hovering over the stone table. Theair rank with the smells of the animals. A viper coiled on thetable, fangs exposed. An eagle, an enormous bear. A jaguar,tail lashing. The air crackling with dark power. An elaboratesilver candlestick with black candles burning on top of anebony cabinet. A hawk circling. An athame set with a singlebloodred ruby. A jackal, a weasel, both greedy with hunger.The wolf ravenous. All closing on the great round stone tablewhere a wolf cub lies bound, its eyes wide with terror, itssmall body trembling. One by one the candles gutter out. Thedarkness becomes thicker, complete. And the wolf cubhowls.I bolted upright, my heart hammering. I could still hear theecho of the cub's agonized scream, and the darknessaround me...was only the darkness of my bedroom in themiddle of the night. I was in my own room, in my own bed, yetthe dream was still with me, vivid and terrifying.Hunter, I need you! Without thinking I sent a witch messageto my boyfriend, Hunter Niall.I felt his instant response: On my way.I glanced at my alarm clock. It was just past threeA.M. Ipadded downstairs in my flannel pajamas to wait for Hunter.It took him only ten minutes to arrive, but it felt more like tenhours as I paced the living room nervously. The nightmarewasn't even close to fading. It still seemed present, as if all Ihad to do was close my eyes and I'd be right back inside it.I looked out the window as I felt Hunter approach, crunchingacross the crust of old snow on our lawn. His pale blond hairstuck up in spikes around his head, and my mage-sightshowed me the traces of pink the cold wind had whipped intohis pale, chiseled face."What happened?" he asked without preamble as I openedthe front door."I had a dream." I pulled him inside, opened his coat, andburied my face against his sweater-covered chest.He stroked my hair back from my forehead. "Tell me."
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