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    Lost: Crescent Moon Shifters, #1
    Lost: Crescent Moon Shifters, #1
    Lost: Crescent Moon Shifters, #1
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    Lost: Crescent Moon Shifters, #1

    By Ava Benton

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    • Mystery

    • Danger

    • Romance

    • Friendship

    • Magic

    • Found Family

    • Supernatural Romance

    • Fated Mates

    • Shapeshifting

    • Mate Bond

    • Supernatural Conflict

    • Shapeshifter Romance

    • Amnesiac Heroine

    • Secret Identity

    • Friends to Lovers

    • Survival

    • Trust

    • Shapeshifters

    • Supernatural Beings

    • Protection

    About this ebook

    Tyson and some of his pack are acting as emissaries to other packs in the state when they suddenly spot something on the side of the road and he picks up the scent of blood. It's a girl, lying in the road. She's beaten and bloody.

     

    Alicia wakes up, can't remember much other than her name and age. She's hurt. Someone seems to have beat the daylights out of her. And she's in someone else's—a male's—clothing.

     

    Then a rugged hot guy walks in. Now she realizes how lost she is.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherABP
    Release dateJul 21, 2022
    ISBN9798201101992
    Lost: Crescent Moon Shifters, #1

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      Lost - Ava Benton

      1

      TYSON

      Tyson Jenson glanced over his shoulder. Certain he had heard a rustling in the vegetation, he stood still for several seconds. This part of Montana, heading into the mountains of the western end of the state, was wild and lawless thanks to the various shifter packs that called this state home.

      And after the meeting with the other pack emissaries, he was paranoid about being followed.

      Tensions were always high, but lately, they’d seemed to have worsened. The old alliances were breaking. Several packs had been dealing with an influx of humans in their territory. There’d been more than one accident that resulted in human deaths. The rule was to keep their existence a secret from the humans. The Crescent Moon pack, the one Tyson belonged to, did whatever they could to avoid humans entering their territory. Patrols were run along their borders, and strict protocols were in place to ensure during the one time of the month when they had no control over the shift, they remained out of sight.

      Other packs, however, were growing weary of so many rules. New alphas had taken over, and already, the incidents involving humans were on the rise. Tyson had been one of the firm voices of reason, reminding the others why keeping their secret was important. Shifters were powerful, yes, but bringing down the wrath of hunters wasn’t what any of them wanted. The packs had a fragile alliance with a secret branch of the federal government. If the packs got out of control, if the death toll rose too high, the hunters would move in.

      Then it’d be war if they weren’t at war already.

      The wind gusted, freezing and filled with the first flakes of snowfall for the season. He breathed the air deep into his lungs and held it there before releasing it in a puff of white mist.

      What do you smell? Jeremy asked. He was another Crescent Moon shifter and a friend of Tyson’s for the last fifty years. The two could have been brothers appearance-wise, with their sea-hued irises—Tyson’s bluer than green, and Jeremy’s greener than blue, their dark hair and their lean but muscular builds. He’d stepped up beside Tyson where the gravel shoulder met dead grass. Beyond it was woods thick with evergreens and slumbering trees. Shifter?

      I’m not sure. It was only for a moment. It was strange. He sniffed the air again, his chest rumbling with a growl. I can’t smell it now.

      Do you really think they’d send someone to follow us?

      You heard those emissaries. Their alpha wants a change to the rules, Tyson replied. We’re one of the few standing between them and what they want. And if you hadn’t noticed, we’re the second largest pack in the area. Wiping out five of our number now would be a smart move. We’re not in our territory yet.

      It wouldn’t take much effort for the Silverclaw, the pack’s territory they were in now, to rush them and make their deaths look like some terrible accident. Worse, they could stage it and report that the Crescent Moon shifters attacked first.

      Their deaths would be the start of the in-fighting Tyson sensed was bound to start sooner than they’d all hoped.

      Did they get the damn tire fixed yet? Tyson muttered.

      Jeremy turned back toward the old, blue rundown bronco. Looks like. Man, when are you going to upgrade to something that doesn’t look like a piece of shit?

      When I damn well feel like it. Tyson glared into the trees once more, then, with a frustrated growl, returned to the bronco. The sensation that something was coming continued to stab at him. He shrugged, trying to shake it, but it stuck. Bane, are we ready to go or what?

      A head of black hair appeared over the hood of the bronco. He had three jagged scars that ran across his forehead, a token of a fight with a Silverclaw wolf about thirty years back. They’d never liked the Crescent Moon wolves. It had something to do with their alpha and that of the Silverclaw, but Tyson had never heard the exact reason. It wasn’t his place to know. Only his place to keep his pack safe.

      The glimpse of a sweet face flickered through his mind, and he flinched. It’d been a while since he’d pictured his older sister, Hannah. He’d been too young to keep her safe and hated himself for it. Never again, that was what he’d sworn to himself after seeing her blood stain the snow.

      Never again would he be helpless.

      We’re lucky you keep a full-size spare in the back, Bane replied, yanking Tyson away from those nightmarish memories.

      It wasn’t luck. Tyson had simply learned not to travel without one, not on these treacherous roads. Being stranded in another pack’s territory never set well with him—especially Silverclaw. It figured that was where this latest meeting of the emissaries had taken place.

      Let’s move, Tyson ordered.

      Jeremy climbed into the passenger seat while Bane, then Logan and Cara squeezed into the back. The five of them had been the representatives for their pack this month. While Tyson had taken the diplomatic lead with Jeremy as his second, the three in the car had been hard at work listening in and figuring out what, if any, rumors they needed to worry about in the weeks to come.

      Tyson started the bronco and pulled out onto the two-lane blacktop while the flurry of snow picked up speed. It’d been over a week since they’d been home, and Tyson was eager to return.

      Are you really?

      Grumbling, he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Out of the five shifters in the bronco, he and Jeremy were the only single ones. Cara had recently found her mate. Logan was engaged and would be handfasted in the next few weeks. And Bane, well, Bane, to everyone’s surprise, had found a mate willing to tolerate his shit. He had confided in Tyson that he’d never thought he’d find anyone who could see past the scars. But she had. She’d come from a neighboring pack, the Blue Moon wolves, and their ally for over a century.

      Jeremy didn’t seem to care that he remained a bachelor. It was only Tyson who found himself wondering why after all these years, he hadn’t found his mate. He’d been on plenty of dates, some of his choosing and some set up by his friends wanting him to make that powerful connection of a soul finding its mate. He hadn’t even felt an inkling of the love others spoke of. There was simply nothing. After so long, he’d grown tired of the game of it all.

      Sometimes, when he was alone, he’d conjure in his mind the image of the perfect woman—a button nose, soft eyebrows, softer hips, a personality as fine and nuanced as silk. But that’s all she was, the musings of his imagination and nothing more.

      Tyson had started to tell himself it was for the best that he remained alone. He wasn’t merely an emissary for his pack. He was one of their main commanders under their alpha. Jeremy was his second. Bane, Cara, and Logan were part of the group he patrolled with, and they reported to him if they found anything threatening or out of the ordinary on their runs. When he wasn’t performing those duties, he acted as a carpenter for the pack. He’d always liked working with his hands. It soothed his mind, which tended to wander and race these days.

      Are you alright, man? Jeremy whispered, not that it mattered in a vehicle full of shifters.

      Why wouldn’t I be?

      I know what tomorrow is, that’s why. If you need a distraction, just let me know.

      Tyson growled and flashed his teeth. I’ll be fine.

      Jeremy grunted in reply but dropped the conversation. Tyson stared straight ahead at the heavily falling snow and the road beyond. Tomorrow was the anniversary of Hannah’s death. Tyson usually spent the day getting drunk and ignoring the world. His parents had died when he was young. They’d been killed by hunters and not the government kind. Humans always thought they knew what true evil was in this world and hunted supernatural beings without provocation. Those humans had been tracked down, and their bodies were never found.

      Tyson had been raised by Hannah after that. She’d taken care of him and taught him what it meant to be a shifter. He fought to keep his growling under control, remembering that night when a fight broke out between their pack and the Silverclaw wolves. A group of them had stumbled drunk and high into Crescent Moon territory, interrupting a nightly run during the full moon. The fight had been bloody, and, in the end, Hannah had her throat ripped out protecting Tyson from a charging Silverclaw.

      He'd barely been thirteen and so weak back then. No longer. Now, he was one of the strongest fighters in the pack. No fucking Silverclaw was ever going to harm another Crescent Moon wolf, not while he breathed.

      As the miles counted down toward home, Tyson relaxed little by little. Under ordinary circumstances, silence made him grit his teeth, but he was happy for the space now. It had been a good forty-five minutes since anyone had spoken. Tyson wished he weren’t counting. The terrain around them had worsened, growing steeper and snowier. His thoughts shifted from Hannah and how much he missed her to how he was going back home, and there’d be no one there waiting for him.

      You’re not lonely. Don’t sound like such a damn sap. You’re just fine being alone. Just—

      Tyson slammed on the brakes the second the scent hit his nose. The air coming in through the vents had held the usual smells, but now there was another one with it, sharp and unmistakable.

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