Book 1 of the bestselling paranormal series, Devils Point Wolves, featuring a sexy wolf more than read to take what he wants–His mate.
Fueled by desire, driven by rage. This mating season won't go down easy.
Faith is on the cusp of having it all. She made it through the last of her college finals and is looking forward to starting her career. If only her twin would answer her damned phone. After three days of no word, she’s forced to drive to Devils Point and search for her. As her luck goes, things go south the minute she hits creepy island. Starting with a wolf attack that lands her in hot water with her sister’s bad ass boss.
Damien just wants to get through Mating Season and get back to normal. His would be mate is not at all what he expected and not exactly his type. Not to mention off limits. Until she shows up smelling like another wolf. Now all bets are off and this Alpha will do anything to protect her–including claim her.
Faith Harris stared down the unlit two lane road that would take her across the bay to Devils Point. The creepiest place on earth and current home of her insane twin sister. Maybe she wasn’t clinically insane, but there had to be something going wrong in that brain of hers to move out here in what felt like the middle of nowhere despite being in relative close proximity to Tacoma.
The Pacific Northwest had a lot going for it with fresh air and lots of mountains and water, but these foggy islands were really not her thing. She preferred the creature comforts that came with living in Seattle just an hour or so away. Restaurants galore, a coffee shop on every corner to feed her caffeine addiction, and a safe, secure apartment building only a few blocks away from the college campus.READ MORE
When she reached the bridge and looked over the water she saw nothing. The fog had rolled in and reduced visibility to barely a few feet in front of her car. Faith continued slowly, hoping against hope that if any cars were on the bridge with her, that they would stay the heck on their side of the road. As soon as she found her sister, Rebel and was assured she was not dead lying in a ditch somewhere, she was going to kill her.
Ever since the death of their parents four years ago, she’d become the mother figure to her minutes younger sister whether she liked it or not. Unfortunately, with a name like Rebel, her twin did everything she could to live up to her name. And like her name, she was the polar opposite.
Faith the good girl. Just thinking it made her cringe. Did anyone ever stop to think maybe she didn’t want to be the angel sister? Maybe she wanted to get a job in a strip club called Club Diablo on a creepy, foggy island and meet man after man.
She laughed. It was the most absurd thought she’d had to date. Unlike Rebel, she tried everything to hide her curvy body instead of flaunt it. Even the few times she had sex, she did everything she could to keep the lights off. So yeah, stripping had to be her dumbest thought. And lately these crazy thoughts were hitting her on a too frequent basis. Not that it surprised her. Her stress levels were through the roof as she went through the last of her finals and her sister not answering any of her calls didn’t help.
Faith frowned. This is why she drove to this God forsaken island in the first place. She only hoped it ended up as another false alarm and she’d find her sister shacked up with some new guy screwing like rabbits.
Before her mind could spiral out of control with worry once again something moved in her peripheral vision. Automatically her head jerked to the right and saw nothing but fog. A chill ran up her spine as she turned to face the road again only to find a giant animal in the road directly in her path.
She slammed on the brakes, hoping to God they didn’t lock up before she got the car stopped. But the road was wet and the animal a little too close. Her brakes squealed and the scent of burning rubber hit her hard as her car screamed to a stop with a last minute thud as she struck something with her front tire.
She white knuckled the steering wheel with one hand and quickly shoved the gear into park with the other. Her body shook from equal parts fear and adrenaline. That animal had shown up in the road out of nowhere in a matter of seconds. What the heck was it anyway? A really big dog? Maybe a deer? She strained to see anything through the fog, but after a few moments collapsed against the seat in frustration.
She was going to have to get out and look. Her stomach lurched. The idea of finding one of God’s beautiful creatures had become road kill because her reflexes weren’t fast enough made her sick.
With only one option to discover what happened, Faith unbuckled her seat belt and turned on her hazard lights before easing from her car. The one indulgence she allowed herself in the last four and a half years was the dark green mini cooper that she splurged on with money she saved and scrimped on from working and a little of the life insurance money left to her from her parents.
Her steps dragged as she made her way around the front end and looked down at the road. And found nothing. What the hell?
She walked around the entire length of the car and squatted by the hood and searched underneath with no results. Relieved that she hadn’t killed whatever animal that had appeared in the road, she blew out a hard breath and pushed her hand through her long hair. A loud snap from behind made her jump. She whirled around and found a wolf not ten feet from her. Not just a wolf, this thing was massive. It probably stood to her waist. With her heart beating wildly, she took several steps back.
She glanced at her car realizing the path to her door was now blocked by a creature whose lips were now curled up, baring his teeth.
She could run, but her every instinct told her if she did it would only encourage an attack. Didn’t animals like to chase their prey?
“Hey there, sweet doggie.” she cooed with a shaky voice. “I didn’t mean to hit you. I didn’t see you.” She kept her tone light hoping that he’d recognize she meant no harm.
He growled in response and took a few steps closer. Faith backed up until her hip hit the corner of her car. There really was no other choice at this point than to run.
She turned on her heel and headed around the car and sprinted toward the woods. As she feared she probably got less than a hundred feet before she felt the wolf at her back pushing her with his big front paws into the dirt face first.
Tears burned at her eyes as she rolled, wriggling free from the legs pressing down on her back.
“I am not about to die at the hands of some mangy wolf.” She bared her own teeth in defense. “I have a sister that needs me to take care of her.”
The wolf stared at her and for a moment she’d almost swear it understood her. His head cocked to the side and his eyes focused in on her. For a few seconds she got her hopes up there might be a way out of this.
Then he bared his teeth again and dove at her. This time his mouth locked on her wrist and its teeth dug through her flesh. Faith screamed and fought with her free hand, digging her fingers into the animal’s neck. Pain streaked up her arm as she fought for her life. She even lifted her leg and tried to kick the wolf in the backside. But nothing shook him free of the hold he now had on her arm.
“Help!” she screamed, knowing full well no one was out here to bother with her.
To her surprise a loud bang came from somewhere deep inside the fog. The wolf flinched and his mouth popped open, releasing her arm.
Faith had no idea what was going on but she didn’t care. She spun around and raced around the back end of her car and jumped inside her car, hitting the lock button as soon as it closed. She tried to twist the keys and get the engine started but her hands shook uncontrollably.
“Shit. Fuck. Damn.” Tears streamed down her face as fear consumed her. She had no idea where the wolf was or where that mysterious shot came from. At least she assumed it was a gun shot. Nothing else made sense.
“Calm down and breath,” she told herself.
Her heart raced, beating so damn hard her chest ached. But she managed to take a deep breath and blow it out slowly, giving her just enough focus to turn the keys. To her surprise the engine started immediately and she wasted no time throwing it into gear and stomping her foot on the gas as hard as she could.
The car lurched forward and shot into the fog, visibility be damned. She no longer cared what she hit or what might pop out of the dense moisture. The bar where her sister worked wasn’t far past the bridge and she only had to get there before anyone shot at her again.COLLAPSE