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  CONTENTS

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  Dedication

  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

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Epilogue

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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  From Out Of The Shadows

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  Linda Mooney

  WHISKEY CREEK PRESS

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  Copyright (C) 2010 by Linda Mooney

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  Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher.

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  ISBN 978-1-60313-863-5

  Credits

  Cover Artist: Kendra Egert

  Editor: Sara Kent

  Printed in the United States of America

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  WHAT THEY ARE SAYING ABOUT

  RUNNER’S MOON BOOK 4: CHALLA

  “Wow! Runner’s Moon: Challa Book 4 has to be one of the best science fiction romances I’ve had the pleasure of reading this year!”

  Coffee Time Romance

  “Challa is one of those books you just can’t put down, but of course it is; it’s a Linda Mooney book! Like everything she writes, this story is captivating from beginning to end, but then, frankly I think Ms. Mooney could draw you into a scene about taking out the garbage. She’s just that kind of writer. Her plots are riveting, and she makes you feel her characters, right down to their toenails.”

  Two Lips Reviews

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  PASSION OF THUNDER

  “The powerful and sensual sex scenes between Annie and Rion (in Passion of Thunder) add a deep, abounding passion to their devoted relationship. Rion’s commitment to Annie drew me to him more than any fictional hero ever has.”

  Fallen Angel Reviews

  Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Rea

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  LORD OF THUNDER

  “I will never look at a thunderstorm quite the same again. Lord of Thunder isn’t just a play on words; it describes the main character of this fascinating new novel by Linda Mooney. A story of strength, determination, and love told with characters as rich as the Montana setting. Raw, intense and satisfying, are words that both describe the story and the romance. Reading Linda’s work is an escape like no other. Reading romance, always a guilty pleasure has now become a real joy!”

  Renee’s Book Talk, Blog Talk Radio

  “I devoured this book, alternately smiling and shedding tears along the way. I guarantee that readers will want to read this book over and over again.”

  Two Lips Reviews Two Lips Reviews Recommended Read

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  MY STRENGTH, MY POWER, MY LOVE

  “The premise of this Science Fiction / Romance novel caught me off guard. I was blown away and completely enamored with the idea. Linda Mooney takes you on a beautiful journey to the stars and beyond. She has a wonderful ability for writing stunningly beautiful scenes and the expertise for making an emotional connection through her characters. She is a talented and powerful writer and I highly recommend My Strength, My Power, My Love. It is a necessary read for all lovers of science fiction or romance.”

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  HEARTCRYSTAL

  “Linda Mooney has done a top notch job of world building. You get a story that will make you laugh a little but mostly it will twist your heartstrings to pieces. You may want to keep a box of Kleenex nearby while reading (HeartCrystal).”

  The Romance Studio

  “So if you enjoy touching futuristic romances with wonderful characters and exciting plots, then you might want to read (HeartCrystal).”

  Whipped Cream Erotic Reviews

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  HEARTFAST

  “HeartFast was not just a satisfying romance, it was also a mind-teasing mystery and science fiction read as well.”

  Simply Romance Reviews

  “(HeartFast is) Well worth the time to readâ��which won’t be too long, as you won’t be able to put it down!”

  ParaNormalRomance Reviews PNR Reviewer Top Pick

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  SANDEFLAY

  “(Sandeflay is a) Great book, a definite keeper.”

  Simply Romance Reviews

  “Sandeflay is an absolutely stunning read by Ms. Mooney”

  Romance Junkies

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  RUNNER’S MOON BOOKS

  “Fantastic Sci-Fi story is the first thing that comes to mind when I tell people about (Runner’s Moon book 3) Simolif.”

  Joyfully Reviewed Joyfully Recommended

  “I recommend (Runner’s Moon book 3) Simolif to anyone who likes his or her erotica with a sci-fi twist.”

  Long and Short Whipped Cream Reviews

  “Go, Ms. Mooney, Go. I am thoroughly intrigued by the species she has invented and am hooked on reading how they adapt to the human race and lifestyles (in Runner’s Moon: Tiron book 2).”

  Joyfully Reviewed

  “Be warned, though. If you have not read the first book yet, odds are you will want to after r
eading (Runner’s Moon: Tiron book 2).”

  Coffee Time Romance

  “Runner’s Moon: Jebaral (book 1)…is an exciting and passionate romance that leaves you anxiously waiting for the next book in the series.”

  Romance Reader at Heart

  Top Pick Recommended Read

  “Runner’s Moon: Jebaral (book 1) is a fiery and fascinating romance novel and an fabulous account of aliens come to earth.”

  The Romance Studio

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  Other Books by Author Available at Whiskey Creek Press:

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  Runner’s Moon Book 1: Jebaral

  Runner’s Moon Book 2: Tiron

  Runner’s Moon Book 3: Simolif

  Runner’s Moon Megabook

  Runner’s Moon Book 4: Challa

  Sandeflay

  HeartFast

  HeartCrystal

  My Strength, My Power, My Love

  Lord of Thunder

  Passion of Thunder

  Wings of Thunder

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  Dedication

  For those of you who urged me to write a wolf shifter story, your wish has been granted.

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  Chapter 1

  Dungeon

  The bitter cold awoke her. Opening her eyes, she could barely make out the rough stone wall, the pile of rotting straw lying to her left, and the lengthening shadows caused by the coming sunset.

  Tora attempted to roll over, but the abusive handling she had endured at the hands of the baron’s men had left her bruised over most of her body. She groaned in pain and ceased her attempts to lie on her back. It was simply too agonizing to move. Gasping a bit for breath, she closed her eyes and chose to wait a while longer before trying again.

  There was no need to guess where she was. Stories about the baron’s dungeons had circulated among the villagers ever since Agrino’s well-armed men had torn into the countryside and overran Baron Fuller’s estate nearly twenty years ago. Ever since then, people from all provinces and nearby villages had been disappearing at a regular and alarming rate. Men, women, and children of all agesâ��it didn’t matter who or what their importance may be. All were targeted.

  At first the men of the surrounding area had formed a small militia to try and stop the abductions. But their defenses were useless against Baron Agrino’s nearly unconquerable troops. In addition, their resistence only resulted in angering the new lord and master of their lands. As a result, their taxes were increased accordingly, not to mention the atrocities.

  She had known better than to be out after dark. That was a cardinal rule in the village, because it was after dark when most of the kidnappings occurred. From the moment Tora had left her cottage to venture over to Meesom’s place, she’d realized she wouldn’t be able to return home while it was still daylight. Yes, Vester Meesom and his wife had offered her a pallet near the hearth on which she could spend the night, but Tora had refused. She needed to get back home to take care of Basil, and spending even a single night away from her mildly retarded older brother might prove disastrous.

  What a total fool she had been. Silently Tora cursed herself. At the same time, a warm tear rolled sideways, past her temple. She never should have tried to go home. She never should have attempted such a stupid stunt. The moment she had heard the sounds of hoofbeats coming down the road, she should have laid flat in the field and prayed the men wouldn’t see her. Instead she started running for the tree line in the distance like a frightened doe.

  The rocky floor was unbelievably frigid. Tora tried to curl herself into a ball to preserve body heat. That’s when she heard the rattle of chains before she felt the unresisting tug around her left ankle. Fighting the shivers racing under her skin, she slowly sat up and glanced down at the iron manacle. About four feet of heavy links lay between the cuff and the spike sunk into the rocky ground. Experimentally, she gave her leg a tug. If anything, the manacle was colder than her prison cell.

  It took great effort to crawl over to the wall, closer to the spike. Her whole body protested. She ached from muscles too long knotted, trying to preserve body heat. Fortunately, though, she didn’t feel violated or compromised. For that, she was grateful. When the baron’s men had run her down, they had thrown her across the back of a horse before taking off through the meadow. The hard bouncing up and down behind the saddle had knocked her out. Apparently they had brought her directly to this place and placed her immediately in chains.

  Tora ran a hand over her face where she’d bruised her cheek. Talk among the villagers about the abductions had been speculative. No one could guess or imagine why the people were being kidnapped. The men, it was assumed, were needed for the baron’s growing army. The children for laboring at the estate. The women, well…Tora’s ears had burned at some of the suggestions voiced. It was well known that Agrino had no wife and no descendants to speak of. He was a man of rather bizarre tastes, if any of the stories passed around were true. So knowledge of women disappearing, all of them young and healthy, was not surprising. Whether or not the women already had husbands or children waiting for them at home was inconsequential.

  Still, finding herself locked up and chained in a freezing dungeon was not at all what she had been expecting to find when she awoke. In a bedchamber, yes. But not in this cold, dank cave of horrors.

  She managed to curl up as best she could and tucked her long skirt around her legs. Her slippers were still wet, and she debated whether to take them off and draw her feet beneath her to keep them warm. The fact that she couldn’t feel her toes when she moved them made her decision easy. Tora did her best to rub some warmth back into her limbs.

  The shadows slid across the floor in front of her. She could hear no sound coming from outside the narrow wooden door that was her only way out. The only window was too high up and too narrow for her to even consider trying to squeeze out through. But at least it provided her with fresh air and a way to keep track of the passing of time.

  She was growing hungry. More than food, however, she needed something to drink. There was nothing in the cell other than piles of rotting, moldy hay. There wasn’t even a bucket for her to relieve herself in. Still, if there had, unless it was within her reach, she wouldn’t be able to use it.

  Tora squinted her eyes at the fading sunlight. Guessing by the position of the sun’s rays, the window in her cell must face north. That was not good. Tora wondered if the men who had built the dungeon had designed it that way on purpose, so that the blasts of winter coming from the north would act as another form of torture to any poor soul unlucky enough to be locked inside.

  A muffled sound suddenly coming from the other side of the door grabbed her attention. Tora held her breath, afraid to cry out. There was no telling what her guards would do to her if she made a scene. Were they expecting her to still be asleep? The unexpected thought came to her, and Tora glanced over to where she had been lying. There was no way she could get back into her original position without the sound of the chains giving her away. But she could lie in a huddle where she was and feign sleep.

  Careful not to jiggle her cuff, she managed to raise her knees up to her chest and rest her forehead against them. She had barely lowered her face when the sound of a key turned in the door lock. But instead of hearing the door open, there was a little squeak, and then the sound of something being scooted across the floor. Another key-turning sound was followed by silence.

  Tora slowly counted to ten before lifting her face to look over at the door. A bowl and a plate sat inside the cell with her, well within her reach. Getting onto her knees, Tora crawled over to snag them and bring them back to where she was sitting. Whoever had hammered the spike into the floor had measured well. She could reach the food but not the door.

  The warm, thin soup in the bowl helped to relieve her thirst. There was bread and dried meat on the tray, which provided a dull but nourishing fare. After sh
e had eaten, she felt better. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder why she had been chosen. Or, for that matter, if she had been chosen at all. Or was she a random target found by happenstance?

  How long was she going to remain in this place? What was the purpose of kidnapping her? When were they going to come get her out of here? Where would they take her when they did?

  The shadows slid up the wall and disappeared, although daylight remained outside the narrow window. Tora sat and waited for the next thing to happen to her, whatever that may be. Or whenever.

  She wondered how her brother was faring. Basil was simple-minded, and he had turned to her for guidance when their mother had died a few years ago. During the day, he worked in the fields with the other farmers, earning his living in food for the table. He could manage well enough on his own, but in so many other ways he was a child. Tora prayed he had found someone to feed him and watch over him during her absence.

  As nighttime descended, her cell grew colder. There was no sign of supper. She was forced to tend to her needs by using the furthest corner she could reach, away from where she slept.

  Finally, as the darkness removed all light, Tora pulled herself into a tight little knot and tried to sleep.

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  Chapter 2

  Victim

  Sometime during the night a commotion outside her door dragged her out of her restless sleep. Tora listened intently to the obvious sounds of a struggle, holding her breath as the noise grew louder and closer.