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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…
Packs attacked. Humans forced to turn. Enforcers murdered.
Julian has been juggling the conflict without a real target for months, they always seem to be just one step behind the Volchitsa and even the wolves they’ve captured can’t tell them enough. With the fate of the packs resting squarely on his shoulders, Julian, the Chief Enforcer, will swallow his pride to seek out the one wolf he knows can help them all, the one who seems to know all the players, who can think like them…if anyone can find the Volchitsa it’s the ghost he’s hunted for decades…
The crowded diner, filled with delectable scents of sizzling meat, baked confections, and grilled potatoes, enveloped Dallas Dalton from the moment she stepped inside. Four waitresses hustled to manage more than a hundred already seated customers and nearly a dozen waited for a free table. A hostess met her gaze with a cheerful smile as the bell over the door rang when it closed behind her.
“Good morning, welcome to the Pullman. I’ll be right with you.” Sunshine and welcome shimmered within every syllable of the hostess’s tone. With so many in front of her, Dallas settled in to wait. There were three exits from the Pullman car diner. Set inside a genuine modified Pullman car, it managed to be cozy and yet spacious. The main entrance to her left, another to the west end of the car where the kitchen was located, and an emergency exit on the east end with a security bar along it. The windows were thick, but there were sturdy chairs. If necessary, she could shatter one and make her own exit.
Confident in her options, she let her eyes drift half-closed and let her mind rest. By the time the waitress said her seat was ready, she’d catalogued the scents in the room.
Thirty minutes after taking possession of the corner booth, she sipped her coffee and watched the door. Arriving early gave her the advantage of setting the terms. The waitress came by and topped off her coffee. “You sure I can’t get you something while you wait?”
The crowd at the door had diminished and they had a couple of open tables.
“I’ll wait a little longer,” Dallas told her, though her empty stomach twisted. Civility required she show at least a modicum of deference. Power rippled as the door jangled announcing a new arrival. Goosebumps shivered over her skin, but she only lifted her chin. After so many years, she had long since mastered her physical reactions. No matter what she felt, those emotions wouldn’t be found in her scent or her expression.
It kept her alive.
The dark-haired wolf swept his gaze over the patrons. The act wasn’t because he failed to notice her. Like her, he wanted the measure of the room he entered. Tall, broad shouldered and with only a hint of scars along his clean-shaven jaw, Brett Dalton appeared fit and healthy. Authority wreathed him as he nodded to the waitress, then weaved through the tables to her little corner booth.
Rising, she met and held his gaze. The strength of him rolled over her, surrounding her. Brett Dalton, the alpha of Hudson River, commanded attention.
“Thank you for coming,” she said, keeping her tone carefully modulated. As much as it grated her pride, she’d reached out to him.
“Come here,” he said, brushing aside her gratitude before he pulled her into his arms. The embrace caught her off-guard, and she didn’t know how to respond. With trepidation like she hadn’t experienced in years, she wrapped her arms around him. “Cousin, it’s been too long.”