Return to Wolf Creek
Claimed by the Alpha Pack
When you hear hoofbeats, think of horses not zebras.
That’s what our mayor said after a series of bloody attacks rattle the citizens of our otherwise quiet town of Widow’s Peak.
My fiancé is a deputy and they are all firmly behind the Mayor’s claim that there’s a pack of feral wolves who have settled on the outskirts of town. The police say they’ve got it under control and given how much Hunter was working, I believed them.
Until the fateful night I was up comforting our colicky baby and he stumbled home with his clothes in bloody tatters. His eyes were glowing faintly in the moonlight, and my breath caught in my chest when it hit me.
Hunter is the monster.
It took me months to plan an escape for the baby and I, but somehow, we managed to make it out alive without him tracking us down.
I knew we would need a refuge so we didn’t have to stay on the run forever, but I didn’t know it would be the small mountainside town of Wolf Creek where I grew up.
My grandmother welcomes us with open arms and before long, we are safely settled in my grandfather’s old hunting cabin, but she makes me promise to heed her warnings if I’m going to stay.
Her words echo in my head as I fall asleep every night:
Hang silver on the door.
Don’t leave your house on a full moon.
Whatever you do, stay away from the Murphy boys—they’re animals.
Embraced by the Alpha Pack
Your wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of your life—until I scent the presence of an unknown fifth mate.
I thought Ashina and I were safe, nestled in the small town with loves I never expected and dreams I didn’t dare to have before.
The decision to marry Alpha Ethan was meant to keep me alive, but when I smell the new mate, I do the only thing I can: I run.
Life has taught the human in me to resist change, so I resist the bond until he has a near death experience that makes me realize how much I love him.
Before I can absorb that knowledge, a new danger looms on our horizon—a group of rogue alphas starts attacking established packs. Even though there’s no clear pattern, I know the truth: Hunter and Roxy are behind this.
War is on the horizon, and it’s all paws on deck.
The time for indecision is over; we stand together or fall one by one.
