Hunted (Pack of Dawn and Destiny, #1)

by K.M. Shea

Werewolves, like their wild counterparts, adore puppies. The Pack would do anything to keep them safe. And since I smelled similar to a puppy, it made me particularly appealing to hug to the already affectionate werewolves. The downside was that they saw me more as a dog than a human, much less a female.

I’d been told I had a dog-like vibe since around the time I turned sixteen. It put a real cramp on my dating life.

lmaooo

“You will leave our hunter alone.” It came out as a low growl, one that was heavy with every inch of my authority. “Don’t mess with her, don’t bother her, don’t even look at her.”

#swoon#grayson

Instead, he leaned into me, pushing his furry head against mine. There was something about the gesture. Even though I couldn’t communicate with him like other wolves could, I knew what he was saying. I’m with you. You’re not alone. Considering the lifetime of goodbyes I’d said, knowing that he was standing here—when he could very easily blame me for ruining his life—and was supporting me in my grief…it meant more to me than he could possibly know.

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That he was here, with me—that he’d tried to protect me—meant a lot to me. I started sobbing again and threw my arms over his muscled shoulders. He didn’t pull away. Instead, Greyson whined and jabbed his wet nose in my ear, then scooted closer, curling protectively around me. I rested my head on his chest and cried—for everything I had lost, for all the heartbreak I’d caused myself and those around me, for the unfairness of everything.

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