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Most Lone Wolves have a story—a pack they left behind, a love they lost, or worse, one they buried. Some leave their packs to roam because they crave freedom, and independence. Some leave because, in their hearts, they can’t bear to stay. Some leave because they see no way to go back…
Most wolves will roam at some point in their lives, fledgling adults leave to explore the world while more senior wolves may undertake a journey they always wanted to take. Many came home again, but Mitch Jackson didn’t. He loved his life on the road, first as a roadie for a rock band, traveling from city to city, then later as an animal trainer for a circus. He’s had a lot of jobs and all of them fun. Two years as an Enforcer hasn’t curbed his smile, but a rogue invasion of Russian wolves are enough to put a damper on anyone’s party, especially when they set their sights on the packs’ more vulnerable members.
Amelia Sullivan couldn’t stay in Willow Bend, not after her sister embraced the life she’d always wanted. It aggravated her that Shiloh’s defiance earned her a free pass from their family, and parents who’d raised them all to reject the idea of going wolf. Taking the first excuse she can to go to a cooking school on the west coast, she flees. The last thing she expected was an order to return home within three months of her getting away. She wasn’t a wolf, she doesn’t have to obey. Of course, not following the rules proves even more costly than she can imagine when she finds herself a prisoner and the change she always thought she wanted forced upon her...
Rescuing Amelia seemed a straightforward job until Mitch realizes what they’ve done, then saving her life proves to be the easier task as she undergoes her first transformation far from any alpha. Can a happy go lucky Enforcer find the strength to keep her sane?
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When their front bumper slammed into his rear bumper, he gritted his teeth. When he crested 120 mph, they slammed into him again. They were not going away and it was growing harder to keep the vehicle on the road with every hit.
Double-checking to see if Amelia wore a seatbelt, he ripped his down and locked it in. Another glance at the review mirror showed him two figures in the car, though he couldn’t make out the backseat.
He removed his foot from the accelerator, counting to five as the other vehicle closed in on them. Trusting the airbags would deploy, he jerked the wheel to the left then slammed on the brakes. He needed to slow them down even as he attempted the following insanity. The SUV began to spin, its inertia taking over. The other vehicle clipped the corner of his bumper jarring him as it kicked them further off the road and they slid sideways. He turned into the spin, but it was too late. The SUV flipped. He had no control as it bounced over and over, rolling and until it finally came crashing down and sat on all four wheels. His jaw ached from the airbags deploying. The friction burn left his face raw, but Amelia slumped in her seat, unaware.
He listened for a split-second to determine her heart was still beating and noticed her breathing was a little rough. But it had been harsh before.
Breaking the seatbelt off he wrenched the door open and exited the vehicle. He made it out just in time to catch the side blow of a crow bar as a wolf brought it crashing down against his shoulder. He blocked the second blow, then jerked him forward and ripped out the other wolf’s throat. He had no time for games.
The beast gurgled but dropped, still gripping the crowbar, Mitch abandoned him then rolled over the hood. The second wolf had gone straight for Amelia and already ripped off the passenger door. Sensing his impending assault, the wolf struck upward with the discarded door and caught Mitch hard in the side, knocking him back several feet.
Undeterred, he lunged into him They grappled, the wolf getting in more than his fair share of blows, including digging his claws into the injury Mitch sustained just above one kidney. Pain arced along his spine and sent hot lances digging into his brain. Snarling, he jammed his elbow into the man’s arm, twisted until he snapped the bone. Pivoting, he jerked the wolf over his shoulder and locked his hand against his chin. One yank and the wolf’s back broke. As the wolf went down to the ground, Mitch shifted his grip to either side of the man’s head, then gave it a hard twist until his neck snapped.
Once both wolves were dead, Mitch headed to the other wolves’ abandoned vehicle. Although the SUV was damaged and leaking fluid, he found the interior empty. The motor still ran, which was more than he could say for the bashed in vehicle he and Amelia had used. Retrieving his little human, he carried her over to the new car. After settling her inside, he turned up the air conditioning to help combat her fever.
Locating a gas can in the back of the car, he put the two bodies in their soon to be abandoned vehicle. After coating the bodies in gasoline, he pulled out the vodka bottles and shattered them inside until it reeked. Finished, he tossed a lighter inside and left it to burn.
He didn't have time to stay and wait for everything to go –, but it should be more than enough to destroy all DNA any evidence of the wolves. As much as they needed to know who these wolves were exactly, not to mention what their plans were, the protection of pack secrecy was paramount. Retreating back to the new SUV, he winced as he opened the door. Fresh blood slid down his side and soaked his jeans.
He couldn't put off shifting much longer.
The goal of escape remained the same. It wasn't until he turned the vehicle back on the road and started driving that he realized he'd forgotten to check their assailants for phones.
Slamming his fist against the steering wheel, he cursed.
Next to him, Amelia let out another moan. She was hurting, and he’d added a car wreck to her experiences.
“Hang in there, little sister. We’ll be safe soon.”
Though he might not have it in him to get her to the hospital, they weren’t that far from a turnoff which would take him east into the Sierra Nevada. His cabin was there—and completely unrelated to his passenger. They were also high enough up, the temperatures would drop and visitors would be noticeable.
He could get her fever down there, then seek medical assistance as soon as he was capable of defending her again. A cough racked him, and flecks of blood sprayed the back of his hand.
Great, he had internal bleeding, too.
“New plan, little sister,” he said adjusting his own expectations. The SUV he was driving was too noticeable for one, with the damage to the fender. But it was also owned by one of the Russian wolves. If they had a way of tracking the vehicle, he needed to ditch it before leading them to her.
So they needed a new vehicle. And they needed to disappear up into the Sierra Nevada.
Afterward, he would shift. And shift again until he healed his injuries.
Another cough brought up more blood and he grimaced.
Of all the times to be without a phone, it had to be today. They lived in a digital world, where communication was easily accessible—a message sent in a heartbeat could reach across the world. Yet, right now, they were all alone.
“We got this, little sister,” he told her. Faking it until he could make it. “I swear to you, I will get you home.”
And, if it was the last damn thing he ever did, he would.