Free Lured (The Brazil Werewolf Series Book 4) by Amanda K. Dudley-Penn

focus trained on the girl and I frowned as familiarity swamped me.  The girl appeared to be about thirteen with long, flowing black hair that curled at the ends.  Her eyes met mine and her bowed mouth pursed.  Her silver eyes widened and that’s when it hit me…The memory of Jaelle being ripped from my arms.  Her silver eyes widened in fear. 
                  “Oh my God,” I said as I continued to stare at the girl unable to speak.  I swallowed as tears filled my eyes.
                  Sophia turned to me, alarmed, “What is it?”
                  “That girl,” I said in awe, “She’s Jaelle.”
                  Sophia turned back to her, “But she died,” she whispered. 
    “We never found her body,” I said, blinking, “We just assumed because of the blood.” 
    A moment later, Ion and Garridan ran through the entrance.  My eyes widened as I met the girl’s gaze pleading that she stay where she was but she ran as soon as Tamas opened the van door.  I stumbled out, tripping over my own feet desperate to get to the girl.   I ran toward her and screamed as loud as I could.
                  “Jaelle!” She turned with wide eyes.  She pursed her lips as if confused.  For a moment, it seemed as if she would come back to speak to me but then, she shook her head and turned to disappear into the woods, leaving Fiona behind.  Aurora ran to her mother, cradling her against her chest as I stared at the woods.  My heart hammered in my chest as I studied the dark green foliage of the forest sure that Jaelle hadn’t died.  Instead, she had lived as a Grey wolf.  I turned searching for answers as my eyes landed on the two men who could give them to me…Garridan and Ion.  They had been members of the Grey Wolves before they had come to the Brazils and had lived among them.  One of them had to know about the girl and whether or not she was my sister.

Chapter Ten
Secrets
                  The day before our wedding Tamas came to me offering to take me to speak with Ion.  My mother was reluctant but agreed.  Still, she watched us as we walked to his motor home from the door of our motor home.  He knocked on the door and we heard the muffled reply allowing us to enter. 
                  Darkness met us as we stepped inside.  We walked toward the bedroom where the only light in the home shined from a cracked door.  Tamas nodded with a somber face toward Ion as we entered the room.  He winced as his gaze fell upon Fiona’s shriveled body.  I assumed that she had appeared much different when he last met her.  Ion’s eyes met mine before turning back to Fiona, finding her asleep.  He pointed his chin toward the living area. 
                  “We should talk out there,” he whispered, “I don’t want to wake her.  She becomes upset while awake.”
                  I nodded and we moved to the living room where Ion turned on the light.  I blinked away the spots as Ion turned to me both curious and afraid, “Tamas said you wanted to talk to me though I am unsure what it is about.”
                  I bit my lip and then, nodded, “I wanted to know about the girl who brought Fiona to us,” I said, shifting from foot to foot, “I think that she may be my sister, Jaelle.”
                  He tilted his head as he studied me and then, shook his head, “I thought your sister died,” he said, frowning, “At least, that’s what I was told.”
                  “We never found a body.  We just assumed,” I said, twisting my hands in front of me, “All we ever found of her was her nightgown with blood on it but I think that maybe the blood belonged to me.  I was injured that night.”
                  “Eva clawed you,” He said, nodding and then, sighed, “I apologize.  I glimpsed the mark at the bonfire.”
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