The Phantom Butcher (Shadow Crawlers Book 1)

The isolated wooden cabin sat deep inside the forest. The creature of the dark stood watching the murky structure, illuminated by a dim porch light. He stayed hidden behind the bushes nearby the swamp for the past hour, listening to the sounds from inside.The chilly wind brushed against his pale skin, making the leaves rustle. Not that it bothered the creature. He was used to extreme weather conditions that cold or heat didn’t bother him anymore.It had recently rained and the rich, fertile scent of earth held no appeal for him. He’d chosen the moonless night for only one purpose. The cabin belonged to a werewolf named Asher Vaughan, the most feared Alpha in the town, and the creature waited patiently for the right moment to attack.The merry chirps of the crickets and the mating calls of the frogs annoyed the hell out of him, testing his mostly non-existent patience.Long, clawed fingers tapped rhythmically on the tree trunk. Its fangs

Asher groaned as the blonde pressed herself to him. She was clingy, and he tried hard to hide his displeasure. Whoever chose this woman as his blind date was going to hell after this. Exiting the restaurant, he turned his face just in time to avoid the kiss the female tried to place on his lips. "Ceci, I don't kiss on first date," Asher grunted,  holding her at arm's length. He hadn’t kissed anyone in three years. She didn’t have to know that. "It's just a kiss." The blonde pouted, jutting her perfectly painted bow-shaped lips.. But they weren’t natural as his Sienna. Her artificial perfume was making his nose itch, and he scrunched his nose, forcing a smile. “Maybe another time.” He looked away to hide his cringe. The blonde wore a tight dress which ended just below her bum and her full breasts almost hung out, leaving little to his imagination. She was a beauty in her own way, with short curly hair, green eyes and a round face w

The dot stopped around fifteen miles outside their territory in a place Asher has never been before. Making sure that they had their weapons ready, they took off in  that direction using their werewolf speed. They only knew this woman was supernatural. She could be a vampire, demon, or anything else. Either way, they were prepared to deal with her. He marked the location on the map and exited the car quickly. They were faster on foot than with a car in this terrain. Asher was worried the stalker would lead them to the middle of nowhere, as he urged Logan to follow him. Running in their wolf forms would have been faster, but they couldn’t carry the device in that form. Logan carried a transportable device in his hand instead, which tracked the movement of the perp. They trekked through the forest, confirming the location occasionally and moved stealthily with the grace of a predator. “I have sent the coordinates to Neil. Our backup will be here soon,”

Asher paced in his office room, worry coating his features. The atmosphere was thick with tension. The relaxing view of the city from his window did nothing to comfort him The board in front of him was filled with information they had gathered after their preliminary investigation. Sienna Harlow, aged twenty-five, had no living family members. Parents and younger brother died in an accident and she grew up in foster care. No close friends. No relationships in the past four years after the last one ended on a sour note. She fit perfectly into the perp’s victim profile. Sienna’s scent was long gone, making it harder for them to track her. She was gone for two whole days and had someone reported earlier, they could have done something or found more clues. “Gimme something… anything…,” he growled and kicked the chair, which crashed on the window with a loud thud. That alley from where she was kidnapped notoriously known for the crime rates, which making h

Sienna tensed when she saw him standing at the door with a shocked expression. Her hands trembled as she glared at the man who was relentlessly flirting with her these past few weeks.  Asher? What is he doing here? His friend stepped behind him, looking appeased. Were they working together all this time? Was this the reason he frequented her workplace? She took a step back. Was he spying on me? “You,” she whispered. Her hands tightened around the chair ready to attack if he got anywhere near her. “How could you?” Asher’s eyes narrowed at the chair, a frown pulling at the corners of his mouth. Then