Total pages in book: 202
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
But what no one can get through your skull is that it’s fruitless to hunt for your fated mate.
No matter how much you want to find her.
I now know it’s because your mate’s scent doesn’t trickle in.
It slams into you. A sledgehammer strikes, the scent assaulting you, and it changes everything.
This is what’s happening to me now.
The woman who attempted to murder Tyson Savage? The one poisoning us?
She’s mine.
Come back to Arcana Falls for another wild story with Claimed, Savage Alpha Shifters #4.
Reading these paranormal, fated mates possessive alpha wolf shifter books in order is essential.
Planned series order:
Tyson – Wild
Mason – Twisted
Riley – Wicked
Greyson – Claimed
And then stories for Jase, Lincoln, and Joel will follow.
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“For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.”
-The Jungle Book, Rudyard Kipling
Prologue
Stacy Meadows
I tuck away the Lily nametag and lift the gun out of the bag while hauling in as much air as my lungs can hold. As if oxygen will help me with what I have to do.
This is it.
After this, I won’t need to be Lily anymore. I won’t have to disguise my scent. Not for my job and not in order to hide my true nature from the Arcana Falls wolf shifter pack. I don’t even have to go back to that job tomorrow.
It all feels bittersweet.
The sweet: it’ll be over.
I’ll have accomplished the mission I’ve been tasked with – eliminating the alpha who killed Father.
My fingers flex, but nowhere near the trigger. The thing feels cold, heavy – like it’s a chunk of death.
When my cousin Jimmy brought it and told me what my brother wants me to do, I couldn’t wrap my mind around doing it. There was no way I could pull the mission off and do what he wanted. But by the look in Jimmy’s eyes, the threats of violence that were made, I knew I had no choice. My brother is our pack’s alpha and Jimmy is his henchman.
Jimmy meant it when he said there would be suffering if I didn’t do what I was told. And a small, desperate voice inside me urged that despite how horrific the task was to me, maybe this was the way forward.
We’ve been in agonizing limbo for too long. Wyatt’s plans aren’t ever good ones, but something has got to change. Something drastic has to happen and this would be that. Could it be the start of something?
If I do what I’m told, as horrible as it is, maybe it can be a catalyst for change.
The witch my brother held hostage before I was sent here whispered in my ear that she occasionally saw things from the future. She saw that I’m the key to things changing for my pack. She told me it would all happen soon.
Maybe this is what I need to do.
After this, not only will I no longer need to be Lily, I might not even be me anymore. Because how could this not permanently change me? It’s a bitter pill to swallow.
I need to fire this weapon because of my brother, for what’s left of my pack. For the girls and our elderly and for the greater good. Because Wyatt is ruining us.
Yeah, bittersweet. Because life could change for the better after this. Change, finally, after I do this thing – which will be the hardest thing I’ve done in my life. A thing I would never have thought myself capable of. But I have to. If I don’t do this, Wyatt will deliver on his threats. If I do this, he says he’ll pair me with Malachi, which would likely make him part of the inner sanctum and then Mal can work like we talked about to find a way to go for that jugular and remove the barrier to the health and happiness of our pack - Wyatt.
After this, I’ll walk away from this town and this job that I’ve enjoyed. I’ll walk away from the nice people I’ve worked with the last several weeks and the many regular customers who have been so kind. I’ll go back to my old life and hope my actions, as awful as they’ll be, can spark the right kind of change.
I shouldn’t have gotten attached to my newfound freedom, but it happened anyway. I like working there. Bringing people food. Hearing about their day. I’ve helped out in the kitchen a couple times, too, and the owner of the diner wants to try me out for a half-day to see if I can handle the kitchen when his cook goes on vacation next month. I would have liked that.
But I won’t be here for it. I’ve already called in and left a message that not only can I not make it in, but also that I don’t think I can come back. I apologized for doing it without giving notice, said I needed to leave town immediately due to a family emergency, but that I truly appreciated the opportunity he gave me.
I like my coworkers. My boss. The regulars. I enjoy counting my tips at the end of each shift, buying little treats for the girls back home. I’ve enjoyed having enough food to eat, not to mention clean water to drink and shower in.
Life before this wasn’t just hard. It was also lonely – in so many ways. Lonely for what we used to be. Hungry for so many things, including happiness. Longing for our pack not to be what it’s become. Hoping for light at the end of the tunnel that isn’t a train.