Wolf Hunted
Northern Creatures Book Four
Kris Austen Radcliffe
Contents
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
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Chapter 1
The renewal of royal vows came as a surprise. Perhaps not to Alfheim’s elves, or to her werewolves, but I was certainly caught off guard, mostly because I’d been busy since my return from Las Vegas. I had a woman to find.
A mysterious woman I could not remember. A woman who I suspected had my dog.
My canine emperor, Marcus Aurelius, was a stout hound of indeterminate breed, intelligent and fully capable of taking care of himself. He came home intermittently, mostly to say hello, looking well-fed and well-groomed and wagging his tail. Someone was caring for him.
But there would be no searching for either my dog or my mystery woman this afternoon. Not with a royal re-wedding to attend.
Ed Martinez, the currently-off-duty sheriff of our magical corner of the world, straightened his cufflinks and his tie. Like me, he wore a nice autumn-toned suit, his a warmish blue-gray flecked with gold that complemented his features, and mine a red-oak-tinted gray that warmed my otherwise sallow skin.
We were under orders to dress for the occasion, and had both been fitted by the town tailor, an elf with exquisite taste and an eye for proportion. Neither Ed nor I would have been nearly as well-coordinated if we’d been left to our own devices, though Ed at least understood where to shop and how to harmonize colors.
He looked up at my tie, frowned, and patted at the gray and maroon strip of fabric looped around my neck like a modern noose.
“How can you be two centuries old and not know how to tie a Windsor knot?” he asked.
I looked down at the tie. I often asked Maura to help because of my big, clumsy fingers, but she and Akeyla had already left by the time I’d returned from my daily—hourly, to be honest—venture into the woods surrounding my lake home.
She was out there somewhere, my mystery woman. Somewhere nearby. I swear I could feel her. So I looked every day.
Maura and Akeyla had noticed, and were beginning to make faces. Finding Marcus Aurelius worked as an excuse for about a week. Now both of my elven houseguests puckered their lips and tossed suspicious looks in my general direction every time I stepped off the deck and headed into the rustling trees.
“Frank,” Ed said. “Focus.”
I exhaled and looked up at the clear blue autumn sky over Alfheim. Arne Odinsson and Dagrun Tyrsdottir, our King and Queen, were about to renew their centuries-old marriage vows in Alfheim’s downtown-adjacent tourist-filled Riverside Park, and they’d invited everyone—all the elves, wolves, townies, out-of-town tourists who’d come up from The Cities for the weekend, and every single one of the farmers in the surrounding territory. I was surprised we didn’t have a senator or two, or the mayors of Bemidji, Brainerd, Duluth, and Grand Rapids here as well.
We didn’t, as far as I could tell. The only politicians in the park were the local elves.
Ed adjusted my tie. I frowned and pulled on it myself. “It’s fine.”
He shook his head. “You’re standing up with elves.”
“So are you.” Ed, Gerard Geroux—Remy was still in Las Vegas and would be home in a few days—one of the elven owners of Raven’s Gaze Brewery and Pub, Bjorn Thorsson, and I were standing on Arne’s side. Maura, Akeyla, Benta, and Axlam Geroux on Dag’s side.
Someone had set up a video feed for Remy in Vegas; Magnus, who was in New Zealand; and a few other elves in other enclaves, whom I suspected were the real audience.
