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Title: The Altered 3
Author: Annabelle Jacobs
Publisher: Self Published
Genre: Apocalyptic/dystopian, M/M Romance, Urban Fantasy
Matt is a single shifter living in a house full of couples. It’s not that he begrudges his friends their happiness—especially after everything they’ve been through—but he wants someone for himself. He wants a mate. Living out in the Cornish countryside there seems little chance of him finding one.
Thomas’s life has recently been changed for ever. Newly altered, he finds himself in danger as his mother, a prominent politician, works to put a stop to the mistreatment of altereds and bring those responsible to justice.
To keep him safe, Thomas is sent to Cornwall where Matt and his friends offer him refuge until he can return to his home in London. Despite the circumstances surrounding his arrival, Thomas and Matt bond in a way neither of them were expecting. They struggle to come to terms with what this might mean for their future once the threat is eliminated.
Thomas watched with interest as the detective reached out and snatched the letter. He scanned it briefly, frowning the more he read, and Thomas could only imagine what it said. He didn’t care about the semantics, he just wanted out of there. They’d been putting him off for the last few hours, plying him with coffee and saying they had a couple more questions for him while they waited for the paperwork to be sorted.
It was all a load of bollocks, but Thomas wasn’t exactly sure of his rights. He’d spoken to his mother as soon as they’d found him. She’d told him to answer their questions like she’d always told him to, and that had been his clue to be sparing with the truth.
Obviously she didn’t trust the police, which in itself was a terrifying thought, and Thomas had decided it was in his best interests to cooperate fully without giving anything important away.
“Shit,” the detective muttered and thrust the paper at his partner for him to read. He rubbed a hand over his forehead before turning to glare at Thomas, pointing a finger at him. “I know you’re not telling us everything, Mr Knight. I don’t know why you think you have to hide it, but we’re going to find out.”
Thomas swallowed. He was man enough to admit the two detectives scared him. They were absolutely right—he was hiding stuff, and he didn’t fancy being “looked into” by the police.
Teresa motioned for him to get up, and he hurried to stand and join her over by the door. She gave him a warm smile before facing the two policemen again, her expression neutral. “Thank you for keeping my son safe, and if you have any further questions for him, please contact our lawyer, Mr Sharp.”
The lawyer in question pulled a business card out of his inside jacket pocket and placed it on the table. “Mr Knight,” Sharp said, taking hold of Thomas’s elbow and ushering him towards the open doorway, “this way, please.”
Teresa went first, and Thomas followed in silence. None of them spoke until they walked through the last set of double doors and stepped into the fresh air.
Thomas breathed in deep. It seemed like he’d been cooped up in that room for ages. “Don’t you have to sign me out or something?”
He glanced up as he spoke, just in time to see his mum surge forwards and wrap him in a tight hug. Mr Sharp had vanished.
“I was so worried. Please don’t ever do that to me again.”
Thomas hugged her back, just as tight. “I didn’t exactly plan to be kidnapped, you know.”
She sniffled into his shoulder but didn’t let go. “I know, I know. But Thomas, you need to be more careful.” She pulled back and cupped his face. Her eyes were wet, one lone tear escaping down her cheek. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know they’d go after you.”
“It’s okay, Mum.”
“No, it’s not. I—”
Thomas reached up and took her hands in his. “You’re right. I should have been more careful. I didn’t take any of it seriously before, and I took a stupid risk. It won’t happen again.”
A surge of panic welled up inside him as he suddenly remembered being blindfolded and bundled into a van. He’d been doing his best not to think about it, shoving it into the far recesses of his mind. But out here in the open, it all came back in a rush. “Fuck.”
He sucked in a lungful of air and tried to think calm thoughts. The last thing he needed was to break down outside police headquarters. Surprisingly, no reporters were around at the moment, but Thomas didn’t think it would be long, with the way people were starting to notice them.
“Thomas?” His mum gripped his hand tight, urging him to look at her.
“I’m… okay.” He tried to breathe through it, but his lungs wouldn’t cooperate. “It’s… just….”
The world around him dimmed, and his focus narrowed to the desperate drag of air in and out. His vision swam, and he was only vaguely aware of someone crying out in pain, and then nothing.
About the Author
Annabelle Jacobs lives in the South West of England with three rowdy children, and two cats.
An avid reader of fantasy herself for many years, Annabelle now spends her days writing her own stories. They’re usually either fantasy or paranormal fiction, because she loves building worlds filled with magical creatures, and creating stories full of action and adventure. Her characters may have a tough time of it—fighting enemies and adversity—but they always find love in the end.
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Website – www.annabellejacobs.com
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