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Patricia Briggs lives in Montana with her husband, children, and six horses.

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“An excellent read with plenty of twists and turns. Her strong and complex characters kept me entertained from its deceptively innocent beginning to its can’t-put-it-down end. Thoroughly satisfying, it left me wanting more.”

—Kim Harrison, New York Times bestselling
author of A Fistful of Charms

“Patricia Briggs always enchants her readers. With Moon Called she weaves her magic on every page to take us into a new and dazzling world of werewolves, shape-shifters, witches, and vampires. Expect to be spellbound.”

—Lynn Viehl, USA Today bestselling
author of the Darkyn series

“A suspenseful read that will have you on the edge of your seat as you burn through the pages. Ms. Briggs weaves paranormal and mystery together so deftly you can’t put the book down. The cast of characters is wonderfully entertaining, and Mercy’s emotional struggles will pull on your heart-strings. For lovers of the paranormal, this is a must-read.”

—Romance Junkies

“A strong story with multidimensional characters...Mercy is, at heart, someone we can relate to.”


“I’ve never been disappointed by one of [Patricia Briggs’s] books and this one is no exception. Mercy’s world is an alternate universe much like Laurell K. Hamilton’s Anita Blake books...or the Buffyverse or more recently the Kim Harrison books...Moon Called ends on a high note and leaves you wanting more. Like a good book should.”

—Fresh Fiction

“Fans of Kim Harrison’s Dead Witch Walking are sure to enjoy this fast paced, creature-feature-packed suspense story. Mercy’s no-nonsense approach and quick wit coupled with a strong story line and interesting subplots make for a thoroughly entertaining read.”

—Monsters and Critics

“Mercy’s a compelling protagonist...The story hums along like a well-tuned engine, keeping the reader engaged through the tumultuous climax.”

—Romantic Times

“A really good story...exciting, interesting, and not always predictable...a fun read for a lazy afternoon.”


“Authors the likes of Tanya Huff, Laurell K. Hamilton, and Charlaine Harris have successfully peopled our modern world with vampires, lycanthropes, and other supernatural beings who, to some extent, coexist politely among us mere mortals, living within complex hierarchies, bureaucracies, and clan protocols. Add Patricia Briggs to the list...Moon Called is an exciting new entry in the field of dark urban fantasy...I will be watching for Mercy Thompson’s next adventure with great anticipation.”


“Inventive and fast-paced...Mercy’s first-person narrative voice is a treat entertaining book from start to end.”

—Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction

Praise for the novels of Patricia Briggs


“Patricia Briggs is a talented storyteller who enchants her audience with a spellbinding tale.”

—The Best Reviews

“A great novel for grown-ups. I look forward to the next installment in the series.”

—Crescent Blues


“[Patricia Briggs] is an inventive, engaging writer, whose talent for combining magic of all kinds—from spells to love—with fantastic characters should certainly win her a huge following, and a place on many bookshelves.”

—SF Site

“Briggs writes in a fantasy setting, but deals with abuse and love and delivers action and romance.”

—The Alien Online


“Tightly written with fully developed characters and a lavish backdrop, Ms. Briggs’s latest fantasy delivers a thrilling coming-of-age story.”

—Romantic Times

“[Briggs] possesses the all too rare ability to make you fall hopelessly in love with her characters, including the utterly, delightfully inhuman ones.”

—Crescent Blues

“Patricia Briggs is a natural-born storyteller.”

—Midwest Book Review


“It is easy to like Patricia Briggs’s novels...Her books are clever, engaging, [and] fast-moving.”

—Romantic Science Fiction & Fantasy

“Briggs has a good ear for dialogue and pace and a marked talent for drawing complex characterizations...This is a love story on many levels, all of which are satisfyingly resolved.”


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blood bound



With thanks to Barry Bolstad, who let me pick his brain about police work in the Tri-Cities—and to his wife, Susan, who was patient with us while we talked business at lunch. Thanks also to my sister, Jean Matteucci, who double-checked my German. This book wouldn’t be what it is without the contributions over the years of our VWs, VW mechanics, and the folks at Also a hearty thanks to the usual suspects for service above and beyond the call of duty: Collin and Mike Briggs, Michael and Dee Enzweiler, Ann Peters, Kaye and Kyle Roberson, and John Wilson—and my editor, Anne Sowards. They read it when it was rough, so you don’t have to. Special thanks to my terrific agent, Linn Prentis, who takes care of business so I can write. Most of all I’d like to thank my family, who is getting used to “make your own dinners” and “go away—I have to finish this three weeks ago last Tuesday.” Without these folks this book would never have been written.

As always, all mistakes are the fault of the author.


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 1

Like most people who own their own businesses, I work long hours that start early in the morning. So when someone calls me in the middle of the night, they’d better be dying.

“Hello, Mercy,” said Stefan’s amiable voice in my ear. “I wonder if you could do me a favor.”

Stefan had done his dying a long time ago, so I saw no reason to be nice. “I answered the phone at”—I peered blearily at the red numbers on my bedside clock—“three o’clock in the morning.”

Okay, that’s not exactly what I said. I may have added a few of those words a mechanic picks up to use at recalcitrant bolts and alternators that land on her toes.

“I suppose you could go for a second favor,” I continued, “but I’d prefer you hang up and call me back at a more civilized hour.”

He laughed. Maybe he thought I was trying to be funny. “I have a job to do, and I believe your particular talents would be a great asset in assuring the success of the venture.”

Old creatures, at least in my experience, like to be a little vague when they’re asking you to do something. I’m a businesswoman, and I believe in getting to the specifics as quickly as possible.

“At three in the morning you need a mechanic?”

“I’m a vampire, Mercedes,” he said gently. “Three in the morning is still prime time. But I don’t need a mechanic, I need you. You owe me a favor.”

He was right, darn him. He’d helped me when the local Alpha werewolf’s daughter was kidnapped. He had warned me that he’d be collecting in return.

I yawned and sat up, giving up all hope of going back to sleep. “All right. What am I doing for you?”

“I’m supposed to be delivering a message to a vampire who is here without my mistress’s permission,” he said, getting to the point. “I need a witness he won’t notice.”

He hung up without getting an answer, or even telling me when he was coming to pick me up. It would serve him right if I just went back to sleep.

Muttering to myself, I threw on clothing: jeans, yesterday’s T-shirt complete with mustard stain, and two socks with only one hole between them. Once I was more or less dressed, I shuffled off to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of cranberry juice.

It was a full moon, and my roommate, the werewolf, was out running with the local pack, so I didn’t have to explain to him why I was going out with Stefan. Which was just as well.

Samuel wasn’t a bad roommate as such things go, but he had a tendency to get possessive and dictatorial. Not that I let him get away with it, but arguing with werewolves requires a certain subtlety I was lacking at—I checked my wristwatch—3:15 in the morning.

For all that I was raised by them, I’m not a werewolf, not a were-anything. I’m not a servant of the moon’s phases, and in the coyote shape that is my second form, I look like any other canis latrans: I have the buckshot scars on my backside to prove it.

Werewolves cannot be mistaken for wolves: weres are much bigger than their non-preternatural counterparts—and a lot scarier.

What I am is a walker, though I’m sure there once was another name for it—an Indian name lost when the Europeans devoured the New World. Maybe my father could have told me what it was if he hadn’t died in a car wreck before he knew my mother was pregnant. So all I know is what the werewolves could tell me, which wasn’t much.

The “walker” comes from the Skinwalkers of the Southwest Indian tribes, but I have less in common with a Skin-walker, at least from what I’ve read, than I do with the werewolves. I don’t do magic, I don’t need a coyote skin to change shape—and I’m not evil.

I sipped my juice and looked out of the kitchen window. I couldn’t see the moon herself, just her silver light that touched the nighttime landscape. Thoughts of evil seemed somehow appropriate while I waited for the vampire to come for me. If nothing else, it would keep me from falling asleep: fear has that effect on me. I’m afraid of evil.

In our modern world, even the word seems...old fashioned. When it comes out of hiding briefly in a Charles Manson or a Jeffrey Dahmer, we try to explain it away with drug abuse, an unhappy childhood, or mental illness.

Americans in particular are oddly innocent in their faith that science holds explanations for everything. When the werewolves finally admitted what they were to the public several months ago, the scientists immediately started looking for a virus or bacteria that could cause the Change—magic being something their laboratories and computers can’t explain. Last I’d heard Johns Hopkins had a whole team devoted to the issue. Doubtless they’d find something, too, but I’m betting they’ll never be able to explain how a 180-pound man turns into a 250-pound werewolf. Science doesn’t allow for magic any more than it allows for evil.

The devout belief that the world is explainable is both a terrible vulnerability and a stout shield. Evil prefers it when people don’t believe. Vampires, as a not-random example, seldom go out and kill people in the street. When they go hunting, they find someone who won’t be missed and bring them home where they are tended and kept comfortable—like a cow in a feedlot.

Under the rule of science, there are no witch burnings allowed, no water trials or public lynchings. In return, the average law-abiding, solid, citizen has little to worry about from the things that go bump in the night. Sometimes I wish I were an average citizen.

Average citizens don’t get visited by vampires.

Nor do they worry about a pack of werewolves—at least not quite the same way as I was.

Coming out in public was a bold step for the werewolves; one that could easily backfire. Staring out at the moonlit night, I fretted about what would happen if people began to be afraid again. Werewolves aren’t evil, but they aren’t exactly the peaceful, law-abiding heroes that they’re trying to represent themselves as either.

Someone tapped on my front door.

Vampires are evil. I knew that—but Stefan was more than just a vampire. Sometimes I was pretty sure he was my friend. So I wasn’t really afraid until I opened the door and saw what waited on my porch.

The vampire’s dark hair was slicked back, leaving his skin very pale in the moon’s light. Dressed in black from head to heels, he ought to have looked like a refugee from a bad Dracula movie, but somehow the whole outfit, from black leather duster to silk gloves, looked more authentic on Stefan than his usual bright-colored T-shirt and grubby jeans. As if he’d removed a costume, rather than put one on.

He looked like someone who could kill as easily as I could change a tire, with as little thought or remorse.

Then his mobile brows climbed his forehead—and he was suddenly the same vampire who’d painted his old VW bus to look like Scooby’s Mystery Machine.

“You don’t look happy to see me,” he said with a quick grin that didn’t show his fangs. In the dark, his eyes looked more black than brown—but then so did mine.

“Come in.” I backed away from the door so he could; then, because he’d scared me I added snappishly, “If you want welcoming, try stopping by at a decent hour.”

He hesitated on the threshold, smiled at me, and said, “By your invitation.” Then he stepped inside my house.

“That threshold thing really works?” I asked.

His smile widened again, this time I saw a glint of white. “Not after you’ve invited me in.”

He walked past me and into the living room and then turned like a model on a runway. The folds of his duster spread out with his turn in an effect nearly cape-like.

“So how do you like me a la Nosferatu?”

I sighed and admitted it. “Scared me. I thought you eschewed all things gothic.” I’d seldom seen him in anything other than jeans and T-shirts.

His smile widened even more. “Usually I do. But the Dracula look does have its place. Oddly enough, used sparingly, it scares other vampires almost as well as it does the odd coyote-girl. Don’t worry, I have a bit of costuming for you, too.”

He reached under his coat and pulled out a silver-studded leather harness.

I stared at it a moment. “Going to an S&M strip club are you? I didn’t realize there was anything like that around here.” There wasn’t, not to my knowledge. Eastern Washington is more prudish than Seattle or Portland.

He laughed. “Not tonight, sweetheart. This is for your other self.” He shook the straps out so I could see that it was a dog harness.

I took it from him. It was good leather, soft and flexible with so much silver that it looked like jewelry. If I’d been strictly human, no doubt I’d have been taken aback at wearing such a thing. But when you spend a good part of your time running around as a coyote, collars and the like are pretty useful.

The Marrok, the leader of the North American werewolves, insists that all of the wolves wear a collar when they run in the cities, with tags that identify them as someone’s pet. He also insists the names on the tags be something innocuous like Fred or Spot, no Killers or Fangs. It’s safer that way—both for the werew...

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