Wolves and Warrants by D.F.Krieger

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BLURB
Once you’ve discovered the Hidden World, you become part of it.

It was frightening at first, being overcome by this strange, invisible entity, but it was also

empowering. The power was greater than Zeara, yet completely at her disposal, and she knew

just what to do with it.

There is no rest for the weary as Zeara, Jake, and Magic are called upon by the very

organization that threatened their lives. A murder investigation must take place in a local little

town, but no one is quite sure who or what is dead, and why. It’s up to the team to place all the

puzzle pieces when people start dying. The problem is, the local sheriff doesn’t want to cooperate

and their most promising link to solving the case is in a psych ward. Can they solve it before

another life is lost?

EXCERPT
“Uh, well…” Zane shifted uncomfortably as he grimaced. “I’m not trained to do an

autopsy. I can test for chemicals, but I don’t know a bit about knife wounds or how to measure

how long something has been dead.”

“I feared you would say this.” Karma shook her head before waving her hand in the

air. “Ah well, there is one thing I do know how to be dealin’ with, an’ that is death. I have

methods for this.”

Jake stepped closer to Zeara and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “You aren’t going

to do magic like you did when Zeara was unconscious, are you?”

“Ni. I won’t be using magic.” The woman smiled at them, and a cold chill swept through

Zeara.

Moments ago she seemed almost normal despite the fact we were talking about shape-
shifters. She didn’t seem so damn scary. But the expression on her face reminded me all over

again that I have no idea what I’m dealing with or how dangerous things can be. Zeara snuggled

deeper into the detective’s arms as she tried to calm the fear rising in her. Something was about

to happen that would screw up what little sense she’d made of this Hidden World so far; she

just knew it. The foreboding tone in Karma’s voice had been too intense not to catch the sadistic

pleasure she seemed to be garnering from giving them a paranormal trial by fire.

“What methods will you be using, then?” Zane looked and sounded so excited that she

wanted desperately to find the nearest tree branch and smack him with it. His exuberance for all

this mumbo-jumbo junk was giving her a one-way ticket to a dire need for anger management

classes.

Karma shielded her eyes with her hand as she tilted her head back and surveyed the skies.

Above them the two turkey vultures idly continued to circle. “Celaeno! Aello!”

The loud yell startled Zeara so much, she actually jumped a little. Magic gazed up

at her, his calm expression leveled on her as if to say, “Silly human, it’s only loud words.”

Embarrassment burned her cheeks at her reaction, and she did the most mature thing she could

think of and stuck her tongue out at her cat. He twitched an ear in response, then turned his

attention back to Karma.

The sound of flapping wings had Zeara jerking her gaze upward. The two vultures were

descending, and the closer they got, the bigger she realized they were. Their wingspans were

easily eight feet wide, and as they landed near Karma, their shapes shimmered and changed.

Oh, shape-shifters who can turn into birds. Well, at least Zane will be happy now that he

finally got to see one change.

To her surprise the birds didn’t shift. At least, they didn’t shift completely. The lower half

of their bodies remained those of birds. Two stunningly beautiful faces turned to appraise her and

the two men—feminine faces attached to gorgeous auburn curls that cascaded from their heads.

Ample breasts hung from their chests, and their torsos were sleek and sculpted. Their tanned

skin was healthy, sun-kissed, and created a perfect complement to the bronze-colored feathers.

Instead of arms though, they each sported two glossy wings with fingers near the tip.

“What the fuck are those?” Jake asked. His tone mirrored the combination of fear and

awe that Zeara was experiencing.

“These are Celaeno and Aello.” Karma smirked at them.

One of the creatures lifted a wing to cover her mouth and stifled a laugh. “We are

harpies,” the other one said. The sound, almost musical, made her voice as beautiful as her face.

She blinked as she spoke to them, and a third eyelid from the corner of her eye slid across the

golden orb for a brief second.

The world dropped out from under Zeara, and she clung to Jake’s arm as she tried to

regain her senses. “H-harpies?” she asked, her words barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” the first harpy said. Her voice was slightly higher pitched, sounding more like

flutes instead of the chiming of bells. “I am Aello, and this is my sister, Celaeno.”

Zane’s silence was worrying Zeara, and she tore her gaze away from the harpies to look

at him. He stood stock-still, his mouth gaping open and his arms rigid by his sides. The outright

shock written on his features only increased her desire to hit him over the head with the nearest

object.

Karma seemed to notice Zane at the moment too, and she issued a snort. “Come now.

You discover a shifter and barely do you bat a lash, yet you find harpies so difficult?”

Her words appeared to snap him out of it. He shook his head, though his gaze remained

fastened on the harpies. “It’s not that,” he said.

“Oh? Then what is wrong with ye?” Karma asked.

He mumbled something that Zeara couldn’t hear.

Karma’s lips pressed in a thin line as she frowned at him. “I donnae understand.”

“Boobies,” Zane said, his voice loud and clear this time.

AUTHOR BIO
When D. F. Krieger was banned from writing contests at her school, she immediately set

it in her head that she would become a professional writer. Since then, she has thrown away her

plans of world domination through books, but she still enjoys writing. Her tastes run from classy

urban witches to dragons, space pirates to shape shifters. By the time she pens her final book

with a hand ravaged by age, she hopes to introduce her readers to many alternate worlds, lines of

thinking, and captivating characters.

You can find D. F. on the East Coast, hiding away from the real world with a gleam in

her eye and a plot in her head. She resides with her husband, kids, and pets; who all kindly put

up with her random bouts of laughter (over things she can’t explain) and journal collecting fetish.

You can also visit her website: http://www.dfkrieger.com to learn about what she’s writing,

what she already has out, and what crazy stuff she puts on her blog.

If you can’t get enough of the Faxfire Series, there is an official Facebook page where

you can ask the characters questions, watch for cover reveals, and receive sneak peeks at

upcoming books. The link is: https://www.facebook.com/FaxfireSeries?ref=hl

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