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The Moon Over The Oak
By CJ Ravenna

The Lycanthrope Protection Agency, Book 4

Childhood friends. Decades of hidden feelings. A bond never meant to break— until it shatters.

Ryan Kelly has known Zach DeShawn was his mate since they were kids. Just when Ryan is ready to finally tell Zach how he feels, he inherits his grandmother’s magic. If Ryan can’t learn to control his magic, how can he protect his friends from the danger his grandmother predicted with her dying breath?

All his life, Zach DeShawn could never scent his fated mate. Without a special scent to tell him who he is destined to be with, all Zach’s relationships have ended in heartbreak. Sparks ignite between him and Ryan, but Zach is terrified to take a chance and have his heart broken yet again.

When an ancient enemy’s curse shatters the pack bonds every werewolf needs to stay human and sane, the lifelong friends are faced with the nightmare of forgetting the ones they love. Ryan and Zach must finally put their hearts on the line, before all is consumed in feral madness.

The Moon Over The Oak is the fourth book in The Lycanthrope Protection Agency. It features childhood friends to lovers, fated mates, friends-with-benefits fun, and a Happily-Ever-After. This installment is an interconnected standalone, but is best enjoyed after reading To Hunt A Moonborn Beast and its sequels.

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Excerpt:

He yanked his glasses on and a boy came into view, tall and Black with short, curly hair. The boy wore fancy pants with a plain white shirt and tie. Ryan would have laughed, except the boy made the outfit look cool and sophisticated. Like he was older than he was, though he must be around Ryan’s age or a little older since he was taller.

“I care,” the boy said defiantly. “But fine. You look pretty bummed out, so I won’t kick your butt.”

Ryan snorted. Like fancy pants here could fight.

The boy walked around him and frowned at the marks on the tree. “Man. You did a number on this thing. And now it smells like you. I couldn’t even mark it with my claws. Heck, no one can. See? People tried to cut it down but they couldn’t. It’s strong.”

Ryan looked up, seeing the boy in a new light. “You’re a werewolf?”

The boy nodded. “Couldn’t you smell me?”

Ryan sniffed. His nose was totally blocked up.

“Here.” The boy handed him a tissue.

Ryan blew his nose. He felt stupid. This kid must think he was lame.

“Thanks.” He pocketed the tissue. “I’m Ryan Kelly. Don’t make fun of my last name: it’s Irish.”

“I’m Zachariah DeShawn. But everyone calls me Zach. It’s too fancy.”

Ryan stood to give an introductory sniff. He smelled like clean clothes and coconut deodorant, but oddly enough, nothing else. Every wolf had a scent unique to them, but Zach’s was completely undetectable, as if he was somehow hiding his scent from Ryan.

“What?” Zach looked uncomfortable.

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

Ryan sniffed harder until his nose stung. “Hide your scent like that!” It was so weird. “What gives?”

Frowning, Zach sniffed his arm. “I have a smell.”

“Uh, no you don’t. Whatever. I’ll just pretend you smell like the beach. That’s my favorite smell.”

“I hate the beach.”

Ryan gaped. “What do you mean, you hate the beach?”

“Because of all the sand. It gets everywhere.”

“The beach is the best part about summer!”

Zach folded his arms and said matter-of-factly, “No, baseball’s the best part about summer.”

Ryan gasped. “I love baseball!”

Zach grinned. “Me too!”

Laughing, Zach dropped into the grass and opened his book bag.

“Ryan?” Ryan gasped. His parents had come looking for him. Ducking down, he clapped a hand over the boy’s mouth. His lips were soft and warm. Ryan wasn’t sure why he noticed that. The voices of his parents faded away, and Ryan exhaled.

For a moment, he’d forgotten about his mother’s diagnosis.

“Phew. My parents almost found me.”

The boy smacked Ryan’s hand away. “Those were your parents? Why were you hiding from them?”

“I don’t want to go home. Not yet.” Ryan swallowed, blinking back a fresh onslaught of grief.

Zach sighed. “Yeah. Me too.”

Ryan glanced at him. “Why? Your mom has some super, super rare disease, too?”

Brown eyes widened. “No! It’s complicated, all right?”

“Yeah. I get that. Life sucks.” Ryan scowled, tearing up some grass. “Sorry about your tree.”

Zach shrugged. “It’s cool.”

Ryan frowned. “Me, or the tree?”

Zach pressed a hand to the bark. “This tree’s one of my favorites. It’s different from the other elm trees.”

Grinning, Ryan said, “It’s an oak.”

Zach quirked a brow. “No. They only plant elm trees here. Did they plant an oak by mistake?”

“It totally is an oak! See the trunk and the shape of the branches? And the smell too.” Ryan sniffed deeply and sighed at the sweet smell of the leaves. He’d always loved trees. His feet had carried him here, and now he knew why. He always felt calmer surrounded by trees. The way the wind whispered through their branches made them sound as if they were talking to him in soft, gentle voices.

“Safe. You are safe. You’re never alone. You are ours, prince of the forest, and you will always be safe…”

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CJ Ravenna loves to tell stories where the ordinary meets the extraordinary. Her books often feature an explosion or two, possessive and protective werewolves who adore their mates, steamy and swoony romance, and of course a happy ending.

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