Free Taken Into The Wolfpack Book #1 (Werewolf Erotic Romance) by Sadie Koenig Page A

almost
landed on someone. Great. Tell me more, I’d say. To my horror,
normally they would. I was stuck in a vicious circle of men who had
nothing to offer me. Nothing to excite me. So I didn’t date. Sure,
I had casual sex, but it wasn’t worth it to fall in love, I just
had to satisfy an inner craving every once and a while.
    I stared at the roof of stars and tangled
tree branches above my head as stepped into the park that separated
the school buildings with the dorm housing. It was a fairly wooded
area, known for having particular places where it was easy to spot
deer standing stone still, watching your every move, or fox
rustling through the underbrush in an attempt to escape nosy
humans.
    I made a cursory glance at
the ground and noticed a small patch of daisies, I daintily picked
one, and continued walking, spinning the flower in my hands. The
sounds of the forest were nothing new to me, the gentle thrush-thrush-thrush of
leaves in the trees, to the high pitched noises of crickets and
other underbrush bugs. I truly did feel at home here. I hated being
cooped up in those boxes we passed off for houses. I occasionally
thought about sleeping under the patch of pine trees on the far
side of campus, but figured my Mother would be angry I was
neglecting the use of the dorms she had helped pay for. I’d feel
bad if she paid for them for nothing. I imagine showing up to Mr.
Capioli’s class with pine cones in your hair would have a whole new
set of consequences.
    That’s when it happened, while I was
thinking about Mr. Capioli’s reaction to waltzing into his
chemistry class looking like a tree hugger who had taken their
title far too seriously, all of the common sounds of the forest
suddenly stopped.
    Anyone who’s spent any
time in a forest knows that when the forest is silent something is
wrong. A storm is coming, or something has the animals so spooked
that they think it’s better to not talk at
all . I stopped in my tracks, looking
about. I tried to figure out where I was in the forest. Was I just
passing through an area where students had caused a
ruckus?
    As I tried to figure this out, I heard it.
The soft padding of feet, multiplied. It had to be somebody trying
to scare me. I had friends who got out of evening classes shortly
before me, in the same buildings. Maybe they had seen me leaving
early and thought it was a good opportunity to play a joke. I spun
in place, searching the forests for outlines that didn’t fit with
the forest brush.
    Out of fear, I called out, “I see you!” I
swallowed nervously, I saw nothing, but continued anyway, “You can
come out now!” If it was a wild animal, which was unlikely, this
was the best move. If I were louder, I was most likely bigger. That
would frighten off most curious animals.
    Most.
    I saw a hulking form rise up, just outside
of the path light that illuminated the way home. I had never seen
something like this before. It walked on two legs, and was covered
in fur. It’s muzzle was wolfish, and glistening with saliva. It’s
long tongue occasionally flicked out, lapping it up and cleaning
itself. It’s arms were unnaturally long, and it seemed to walk with
an unnatural gait, as if it would prefer to be running on all
fours. It’s hands bore long talons that dusted the ground as it
walked towards me. It seemed to be taking great pains to remain
upright, and it’s ears flicked in all directions, listening to
sounds that were beyond my range of hearing.
    I had no idea how it had maintained it’s
stealth, I should have heard it approach through the underbrush, or
I should have had some type of warning that it was there, other
than the forest acting oddly. It approached warily, even though it
must have had several hundred pounds on me. Seemingly tentative, it
turned it’s muzzle away, leading with an ear propped directly
toward me. I stood, frozen. I had dropped the daisy as I was
startled.
    It snorted roughly, clearing it’s muzzle
again with it’s long