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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. Following near miss
assassination attempts on several prominent wolves, the packs are furious—out
for blood and ready for war. 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 and seek out the one wolf he knows can help
them all. She’s the only one who seems to know all the players and who can
think like them. If anyone can find the Volchitsa, it’s the ghost he’s hunted
for decades.
Dallas
Dalton has lived on the run so long, she doesn’t really remember any other way
of life. For an all too brief time, she had her daughter with her and the
feeling of family until Julian got to too close once again. The damn wolf
wouldn’t leave her be, no matter how much she’d sacrificed for him. Seeing him
in Russia had been both a blessing and a curse, because no matter what she did,
she couldn’t get him out of her system. Then he asked her for help…
Side-by-side,
the Enforcer and the Rogue will have to work together to deal with the
Volchitsa once and for all, but can they keep from killing each other in the
process?
Excerpt of Ghost Wolf by
Heather Long:
“Miss
Dalton, there’s a procedure to these things…a custom.”
“Of
course there is,” she replied, whirling to walk backwards and look at him.
“There’s protocol to every interaction we have. Boring, staid, mired in way too
many years of history because some overactive dominants need to have their
asses kissed.”
“Are you
finished?” He halted, and though his expression didn’t change, she knew she’d
reached the end of the little path so she stopped, too. They were a safe
distance from the pier and alone with the rocks and the sea.
Tilting
her head, she considered whether she was done. “No,” she said after waiting a
beat. “I think it’s important to establish where we both stand. You bark orders
to total strangers and think it’s okay. I don’t listen to orders from people I
don’t know, much less respect, and I definitely never kiss an ass.”
Folding
his arms, Julian released a sigh. Impatience seemed to thread through his
posture. Satisfied she’d found a chink in his armor, Dallas smiled.
“There,
I’m done. We understand each other.”
The wolf
shook his head slowly. “You are a piece of work, Dalton.”
“Maybe,
but I bet you think I’m groovy now…” The tease elicited the first hint of a
smile on his stone cool face.
The man
had a gorgeous smile, and her tummy did a little flip. Would he play with her?
“You are
something,” he said, conceding, and she resisted the urge to cheer. “Now,
you’re going to listen to me or I’ll put your smart mouth on a bus back to New
York with a note to your pack to keep you caged until you learn some manners.”
Dammit. So much for playing.
“Boring,” she sighed. “Fine, do your worst. Give me the lecture.”
There
should be a rule about stone cold foxes being stone cold meanies. Folding her
arms, she met him glare for glare.
“How the
hell did they let you out of your pack?”
“Because
no one can keep me where I don’t want to be.” Not anymore.
It would
be her mantra. She was free.
She
planned to stay that way.
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