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    Finding Farro
    A Moon Pack story
    Amber Kell
    A Literary Road Press Publication
    Literaryroad.com
    6523 California Ave SW, #193
    Seattle, WA 98136
    ISBN: 978-1-934037-64-5
    Copyright © 2009 Amber Kell
    Cover design by RDF
    Photos provided by Stock Exchange & Istockphoto
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    FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a
    fine of $250,000.
    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either
    are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any
    resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely
    coincidental.
    Chapter One
    With the windows rolled down, Anthony sat in the back of the limo
    drinking one-hundred year old scotch. Holding back his tears he poured
    himself another shot, leaned his head against the leather upholstery and
    listened to the howl of the wolves. It was the only time of the month that
    he pulled out the hard liquor. It was times like these that he regretted
    mating with a wolf.
    He tried to hide his misery from his lover, Silver, it would kill him if
    he thought Anthony was unhappy for even a moment. But the truth was,
    Anthony could never be a true alpha mate. As much as the others in the
    pack welcomed him, he could never run with the wolves or hunt with
    them. His biological differences separated him from the pack.
    Any moment now Silver would return with his wide smile and wild
    eyes and they would fuck like bunnies. But there was a weight pressing
    down on Anthony’s heart. An intuitive heaviness that said, “Silver will be
    better off without me.” Unfortunately, werewolves only mated once. If
    Anthony left him, Silver wouldn’t move on to find himself a nice wolfy
    companion.
    The reality is that Silver would either kill himself or turn so feral that
    the pack would hunt him down and slaughter him. Anthony would do
    anything to prevent his lover from an untimely death, even if it meant
    dying a little inside every full moon hunt.
    The divider between the driver and the passenger slid down and
    Farro’s worried eyes regarded him in the rear view mirror.
    Farro waved his hand, “How long are you going to do this?”
    “As many times as he asks me to come.”
    “Does he know it kills you to hear the wolves? To never be part of our
    world?”
    Anthony shrugged. It didn’t matter. He would be there for his lover
    despite his inability to shift. Some problems didn’t have fairy tale
    solutions.
    “I support my mate.”
    Farro shot him a look that bordered the fine line between pity and
    disgust. “You know if you weren’t true mates he would be better off
    without you. You cripple him before the other wolf packs.”
    As he heard the truth in Farro’s words, pain sliced through Anthony,
    like a shearing knife. “But I
    am
    his true mate so he will just have to deal,”
    he took another swig of liquor, relishing the burn, “as will you.”
    Farro rolled the divider back up.
    Anthony wished he could hate Farro, but really, he was only telling the
    truth. Silver looked weaker to the other packs, because Anthony was a
    non-were mate. It was Silver’s superior strength as an alpha that kept other
    wolves from trying to take over his territory.
    Anthony sighed and took another sip of alcohol, wondering once again
    why Silver insisted he come to these things. It just underlined the fact that
    he couldn’t change. Hell, even Elliott could change and he was only a half
    wolf.
    Once a month someone was assigned driver duty for Anthony and the
    driver had to shift later in the night. He’d never asked, but none of the
    wolves
    seemed
    to mind driving him around but maybe that was Silver’s
    influence again. It was difficult for a person to protest when there was a
    good chance the other man would rip off their head. Setting down his
    drink, Anthony closed his eyes and waited for his lover to return.
    * * *
    In the driver’s seat, Farro rested his forehead on the steering wheel. Silver
    would kill him if he heard him talking to Anthony that way. There was
    nothing for it; he would have to leave the pack. There was no way he
    could go every day and see Silver fawn over his little non-wolf.
    Jealousy was staining his soul and he had no way to prevent its
    spreading. He could feel the bitterness turning him into someone he didn’t
    want to be. He loved Silver and to see the man go from ignoring all
    overtures to whispering his words of devotion into the little blond’s ear
    was too much to expect any wolf to stand.
    Silver might not be his mate but Farro always hoped he’d at least get a
    chance to be a favorite in the alpha’s bed. Now he would never get the
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