by G. Bailey
Run Little Wolf
The Forest Pack Series
G. Bailey
Contents
The Forest Pack series by G. Bailey
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Copyright
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Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Author’s Note
Links
Also by G. Bailey
Chapter One of Run Little Bear (The Forest Pack Book Two)
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Prologue of Marked by Power
31. Kenzie
The Forest Pack series by G. Bailey
© Copyright 2017 by G. Bailey.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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Cover Design by Olivia Pro Design
**I’m English, so please ignore the strange words.**
Ever heard the saying, never follow the big bad wolf into the woods?
Well, I wish I had listened to Little Red Riding Hoods advice.
One bite. That's all it took to turn Harper into a wolf and change her entire life. Turning eighteen was meant to be a fun night out, a party in the woods to celebrate with friends, but it ends in disaster. Harper wakes up in a car, on her way to a pack of wolves; ones she must live with. The sexy and alluring alpha welcomes her, declaring her his mate. Only Harper’s best friend, a vampire she grew up with, tells her she belongs with him. Now, Harper must keep her mates from destroying each other.To make matters worse, the wolves are at war with other kinds of shifters. When one of them turns up, demanding she is their mate, will her alpha, who she rejected, fight for her?
Will the vampire, who loves her, help her pack?
For Rosalie, whose favourite fairy tale inspired this book.
“Really? A party in the woods? That’s where you want to spend your eighteenth birthday?” Colton asks me, just as the school bell rings, signalling the end of class and the last day of school for us. It’s finally over, and to celebrate, everyone is going to this party in the woods tonight. Well, everyone except Colton, that is, and he hasn’t stopped asking me why I want to go, since I told him this morning of my plans. I chuck my books in my bag, looking around at all my classmates as they run out the door, all of them so happy to leave.
“Yes, why won't you come?” I ask, pulling my coat on and picking up my bag. He grins at me - a cheeky grin that matches his personality. Colton is every bit the typical hot guy in looks, with short blond hair, bright blue eyes, and golden skin. In fact, when he spoke to me for the first time, last year, I choked on my drink and blurted out a load of words that made no sense. While I was utterly mortified with myself, he still wanted to be my friend. He’s a strange guy, but we quickly became best friends.
“I just can’t, not at night,” he mutters, pushing a hand through his hair. It’s a nervous tick of his.
“You know, I never see you out at night. Are your parents really that strict?” I ask. He always leaves my house before the sun sets and he never wants to go out after school in the winter, because it gets dark so quick. I met his parents once, and they didn’t like me; at least, I don't think they did, considering they never replied to me when I said hello, and only asked Colton what he was doing by bringing me home with him.
“Something like that.” He smiles, but it almost seems a little sad. “Let’s go and get some lunch. I have a gift for you,” Colton says, and holds his hand out for me. I take it as we leave the classroom.
“Why do you always hold my hand, Colt?” I ask him, and he smiles down at me as we stroll through the nearly empty corridors.
“I want to, it's that simple,” he says, and shrugs his shoulders.
“You should hold hands with a girlfriend, not me. This is why you don’t have one.” I lift our joined hands, and he laughs.
“I don’t have one because I don’t want one, Harper.” He nudges my shoulder. “Plus, every girl here is too scared of you to try and hit on me.”
“What eighteen-year-old guy doesn’t want a girlfriend? And I’m not that bad,” I laugh.
“This one. And yes, you are. You glare at them when they speak to me,” he says. To be fair, I don’t exactly glare. It’s just, the Barbie dolls that try to hit on Colton aren’t good enough for him. Colton needs a sweet girlfriend, someone kind and not made of mostly plastic. I roll my eyes and stop as Skye runs up to us in the car park. Skye is my only other friend in this school, in this village. Growing up in foster care isn’t easy; bouncing from house to house isn’t any better. When I moved here last year, no one would talk to me until I met Skye. And then I met Colton.
“Harper, are you still coming tonight?” she asks, stopping in front of me, not even looking at me as she talks. No, her eyes are on Colton. Not that he even looks her way; he never has. Skye has tried to get me to set her up with him on several different occasions, but I don’t know how many times I’ve told her that he isn’t interested. I do get her interest, even I have to admit Colton is extremely good-looking compared to the guys at this school. Or any school I’ve ever been to, for that matter.
“Yeah, I will meet you there at eight.” I smile at her, even though I’m getting annoyed at how she acts around Colton. I roll my eyes as she twirls her blonde hair around her finger and steps closer to him.
“Are you coming, Colt? I know I would love to see you there,” she says, her words laced with suggestion. She may as well strip down naked and lay herself out for him at this rate.
“No, and it’s Harper’s birthday, and I have plans for her. See you around, Skye,” he says, tugging on my hand as she frowns. I give her a small smile as I walk past her with Colt and get into his SUV. Colt has a Land Rover, a red one he fixes himself. The vehicle runs like a dream, and the inside has dark blue leather seats he custom fitted in here. They’re even heated.
“Urgh, I wish I had your car,” I say, as I snuggle down in the seat and clip my seat belt on.
“I would give you anything, Harper, but not my car.” He winks at me, and I laugh. Colt makes sure his seatbelt is latched before turning on the car to drive us the ten minutes out of town. I smile and lean back in my seat when I see where he is driving us to.
“The water tower?” I ask him.
“Where else? We always go there when we want to be alone,” Colt says, and I turn the heat on for the seats.
“Alright, anything is better than going back home,” I comment.
“What did she say?” Colt asks, picking up straight away that my foster parent has done something.
“The usual; she wants me to move out, but it’s still difficult to hear on your eighteenth birthday, you know?” I try not to think of
my foster mum and how she needs me to move out, as she doesn’t get paid to look after me anymore. Every foster home I’ve been in has been about the money, and they want a child that they basically don’t have to deal with. There isn't one I can remember being loving. I’ve been in foster care for as long as I remember, since I lost both my parents, but I was too young to remember their deaths. I don’t even have photos, or anything from them, as it was all sold or lost over the years. I wonder if I look like them as I see my reflection in the window; my big green eyes, my long brown hair, and my golden skin. I wonder what parts of my face look like my mum or dad?
“You could come and live with me,” Colt tells me, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“I’m sure your parents would love that. They don’t like me, remember?” I chuckle.
“They don’t get you, it’s not that they don’t like you. I can’t explain it, but trust me, they wouldn’t say no. I won’t see you out on the streets, Harper,” he says, resting his hand on my knee for a second and squeezing it.
“I know you wouldn’t.” I smile at him as he returns his hand to the wheel. Colton pulls onto the old road, where the water tower sits at the end. The tall fixture hasn’t been used in years; it was just left here, and looks like it’s close to falling apart. Colton parks, and I get out, following him up the pathway that is made of crumbling stone and weeds. He doesn’t have to worry about the car being stolen around here, as no one comes this far out, so he doesn’t lock it. I climb up the old ladder that has bars around it to stop people falling, and pull myself onto the circular walkway near the top. I wait for Colton to climb up before we go and sit on the edge. I hook my arms through the bars as my legs dangle off the side. I used to be scared of the height, but eventually, when I started to look around at the town, and the lights, that fear dissipated. It's better not to let the fear of falling stop you from seeing the beauty of where you are.
“I like it when you watch the town; your whole face lights up,” Colton tells me. I turn my head to look at him as he takes a piece of my brown hair in his fingers, twirling it gently before letting it fall.
“Colt,” I whisper as he moves closer and pulls a box out of his pocket.
“It’s your birthday gift. Well, the first one, and the second one, I’ll have to give you tomorrow, as it’s not done.” I’m finding it hard to look away from him as he moves that bit closer to me.
“Oh. You didn’t have to get me anything, but I’m not going to say no.” I chuckle a little and accept the box. My eyes widen when I open it and see a bracelet inside. There are three silver crystals, shaped like roses, sitting in the middle of a silver bracelet.
“This is amazing, thank you so much,” I tell him as he takes the bracelet out the box for me. I offer him my wrist, and he ties the bracelet, then smiles at me.
“It’s meant for you,” he says, moving to brush a piece of my hair behind my ear. His face is so close to mine. When his finger trails down my cheek, to my neck as we stare at each other, my breath hitches. Colt has never touched me like this before.
“What are we doing, Colt?” I ask him. He starts to answer when his phone rings. The phone ringing ruins the moment between us and I move back. Colt swears under his breath as he gets his phone out of his pocket.
“Hello?” he answers as I lean back, and annoyance crosses his face.
“Yeah alright… alright… bye,” he tells whoever is on the other end, and then ends the call.
“I have to go, but I’ll drive you home first. Can we meet up tomorrow? There’s something I really need to tell you,” Colt says.
“Should I worry?” I laugh, and he shakes his head with a sad look. He goes to say something, but his phone rings again. He takes a deep breath as he stands, pulling me up with him.
“Not at all,” he smiles. Yet I can’t seem to make myself believe him.
“One more drink. Come on, you’re eighteen!” Skye shouts, clearly more drunk than I am. She grins at me as I accept the small shot that can hardly be called a drink. I down it quickly, feeling the liquid burn my throat. It is my birthday, after all. Skye wanders off into the party, happy with herself that I’ve had a drink and I’m relaxing a little. I look around the woods, seeing the huge fire in the middle of the clearing, and my drunk classmates that surround it, dancing to the loud music. They clear as one guy I don’t know kisses some random girl, and everyone cheers. I watch as Skye talks to them all, and they laugh at whatever she says. I prefer to sit in the corner quietly, and I wish I could have brought my kindle with me, but Skye wouldn’t allow it. All she’s cared about since I got here, was where Colton was. He was right; I should have stayed at home, or went out with him or something. This isn’t what I would call fun, but I wanted to try what normal eighteen-year-olds are meant to be doing. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out, seeing my foster mum’s name flashing on the screen. I stand up, pulling my red coat closer around myself as I walk away from the party, and answer the phone call.
“Harper, where are you?” she asks me straightaway in her annoyed tone. I’m honestly surprised she’s noticed I’m missing; she usually never does.
“I’m out with friends. It’s my birthday,” I say, not feeling the need to explain anything to her anymore. She made it clear last night when she told me she isn’t getting paid to have me anymore, she wants me out. I didn’t get presents when I woke up; instead, I got told to make plans to find somewhere else to live. I don’t know what I was expecting.
“You’re not with that older boy, Colton?” she asks in an accusing tone.
“Colton is the same age as me, I’ve told you this millions of times, but no, he isn’t here,” I mutter. I don’t know why, but she’s convinced Colton is older than me when he isn’t. It might have to do with how mature he is compared to most of the idiotic boys my age.
“I want you to come back home,” she says, her voice quiet and extremely unlike the usual way she shouts at me. I keep walking through the woods, as I think about what to say to her. Miss Linderale is the fourth foster parent I’ve had, and honestly, one of the nicer ones of the bunch. The rest are not worth thinking about.
“I don’t get you. Why do you want me home? What changed from this morning?”
“Nothing. I wish I could keep you living with me, but I can’t afford to, Harper. I thought you could come home and we could look at local places for you to move to,” she tells me, but I don’t believe her for a second. Miss Linderale has a large three-bedroom house, and her husband works a good job. They have expensive things all around the house, and she never goes anywhere in any clothes that aren’t designer. I know I should have applied to college, but I didn’t have enough money, or the grades, because of moving all the time. You don’t have time to study when you're packing your stuff, or hiding from the new weird foster parents the social workers have found.
“Colton said I could move in with him and his family,” I respond, disappointed, knowing some deep part of me just wants to be accepted by her.
“You cannot do that, Harper. You know how strange his family is. They never invite anyone over to their house,” she says.
“I’ve been over once, they aren’t that bad,” I tell her, only lying a little bit. They are weird and cold, but it's not like they actually said anything bad towards me.
“Harper, just come home so we can talk. I’m not a heartless woman. I want you somewhere safe, and with a planned future,” she tells me.
“Sure, I’ll come home soon,” I say, kicking a rock with my foot and watching it fall down a hill. I stop walking when I realise how far I’ve gone; so far that I can’t hear the party music anymore. I turn around in a circle, looking for the fire, and see it in the distance. I start walking back, as Miss Linderale goes on about being responsible, and that she’s going to wait up for me.
“Do you understand, Harper?” she finishes.
“Yes, I’ll see you in a bit,” I say, and end the call before she can lecture me anymore. A deep, long gro
wl comes from behind me, and I turn, my eyes widening at the sight of a big black wolf crouched down, not far away from me. The wolf growls again and then turns, running into the forest.
“Wait!” I shout before I even think about what I just said, and the wolf stops, looking over its shoulder at me as I step forward. It can’t be a wolf; this is England, and we don’t have wolves here, so it must be someone’s pet. I don’t want to get too close, but I should take a photo to put on the town Facebook page, in case someone lost him. I take another step closer, pulling out my phone and keeping eye contact with the wolf. I quickly glance down to open my camera. The growling gets louder, and I look up just in time to see the wolf running for me. I drop my phone and turn around, running as fast I can towards the party.
I shouldn’t have done that. I can’t believe how stupid I just was.
I scream when teeth clamp down on my leg, biting, and I slam onto the ground, my chin smacking against the hard dirt. The wolf pulls on my leg, ripping my skin as I scream and try to kick him off. It doesn’t work, and everything is going blurry as pain racks through my leg. The ache consumes every thought as I reach down and try to push the wolf’s head away from my leg. All I can see is the blood on my hands and all over its face, mixing with its black fur and white sharp teeth. It’s going to kill me.
