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ELIZABETH’S WOLF

An Ellora’s Cave Publication, February 2004

Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

PO Box 787

Hudson, OH 44236-0787

ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-84360-807-3

Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned):

Adobe (PDF), Rocketbook (RB), Mobipocket (PRC) & HTML

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales

is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

Edited by Kari Berton.

Cover art by Scott Carpenter .

ELIZABETH’S WOLF

Lora Leigh

Author’s Note:

I woke up about two o’ clock in the morning. I was restless and not ready to return

to bed, so I opened my email. I found the letter within minutes. A list of service men

and women overseas who had signed up to receive mail from those of us willing to

write. Most of the names were men. Many notations on their names said that they

received no mail and no care packages from home.

I read over this letter several times. No mail? No care packages? Nothing?

And suddenly Dash Sinclair slammed into my brain. I shook my head. No. Not a

new story. I didn’t have time. So I went on. But I couldn’t shake that notation that I had

seen under so many of those names. Receives no mail or care packages . And to me, it was

unacceptable.

And there was Dash. A man alone. A man who had never received letters or

packages, but one willing to give his life at any moment to save those who had no idea

he even existed. Until one little girl’s letter arrived and touched his soul.

This book is dedicated to all those men and woman in our Armed Services who

make our lives safe, and protect us, often with their own lives. It’s most especially

dedicated to those who do this without a letter from home, without anyone to write

them and tell them what their possible sacrifice means to us. It means everything to me.

God Bless You All.

Elizabeth’s Wolf

Prologue

The letter came at a time in his life when the battle inside his soul could have tipped

either way.

The war against terrorism was still waging, years after it had begun, and in select

areas of the Middle East it was hell. The Special Forces unit Dash Sinclair was assigned

to had been there for a year now; working together, becoming a part of each other’s

lives, depending on each other. Until the day their transport was taken out by a well-

aimed missile. It had killed the other seven men. Dash was left barely clinging to life

when rescue had arrived.

At the time, he wasn’t even certain what kept him alive. He was tired. Tired of

fighting, tired of hiding, just plain tired of being alone. He had been closer to those

seven soldiers than he had ever been to anyone, and now they were gone, leaving an

awareness within him of the desolate wasteland his life had become.

Weeks later, his eyes bandaged, his wounds covered, he lay in a medicated stupor,

barely clinging to life. A part of his soul howled out in fury; that restless, yearning part

that never seemed to still grieved at the continued fight to survive. Why was he alive

when the others had been lost?

It was then his commanding officer came to him.

“You have a fan, son.” Something inside, a primal, instinctive part of his conscience

stilled then. It pushed back the pain, the memories of blood and death, and became

watchful. Waiting.

He had no fans, no friends or family. And he had lost his unit. He was damned

tired of hiding and fighting, and they wouldn’t let him just sleep. And now, the part of

himself he had always fought to deny was awake once again. Instinctively he knew his

greatest battle was yet to come.

“A nice little girl named Cassie Colder. Let me read this to you real fast. I’ll answer

her until you’re well enough to do it yourself. But I have a feeling this little girl would

get right pissed if you didn’t eventually answer…”

I liked your name best when the teacher gave us the list. Dash Sinclair. It has a very

nice sound to it I think. Momma said it’s a very brave, very handsome name, and she

bets you like it lots. I thought it sounded like a daddy’s name. I bet you have lots of

little girls. And I bet they are very proud of your name. I don’t have a daddy, but if I

had one, then I would like a name like that for my Daddy.

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