Free Revocation (The Canyon Wolves) by Laura Fields

as pack leader and introduce werewolves to the
public. It’s too bad you won’t be by my side.”
    “I
would never stand by your stupid plans,” she spat.
    “Oh,
darling, but you did. You just can’t remember.”
    “What?
You lie.” The words would have been convincing if it weren’t for her wavering
voice.
    “Would
you like to know what really happened on the night you lost your memories?”
Conner dragged a chair to her table and sat down heavily. “We had just
completed the last murder. Ah, you remember Ben’s dead body? I can see it in
your eyes. Yes, you had helped me kill the worthless human. After the deed was
done, we staged a kidnapping for you while I called the police and left a tip about
the two murders. Axel was too worried about you to help regulate the press, so
when a video of a werewolf were to magically emerge one week later, he would be
too distraught about you to stop it.”
    “I
would have never done that.” Harper’s wolf wanted to take control and shift so
she could get them to safety, but she knew the basement door would be locked.
    “You
underestimate yourself. After the last murder, you returned to Gabby and then
ditched her to hop in the car with me. You then used sedatives so it would seem
like you had been knocked unconscious. After waking, you kept up the kidnapping
ruse by sending Axel panicked images of a dark room.”
    “No,
I didn’t.”
    “Everything
was going great until your worthless wolf erased your memories.”
    “She
what?” Harper whispered.
    So
this whole time, she hadn’t had amnesia? It had been her wolf protecting Harper
from herself, hiding her memories like a mental reset button. Harper’s wolf
sighed deeply, and she finally noticed Wolf’s depression. This was why they
hadn’t been getting along.
    As
soon as she had the thought, everything rushed back in a storm of feelings.
Harper remembered sneaking through Ben’s home, clamping his mouth shut as
Conner crushed his temple. She felt the warm blood soak through her palm,
dripping onto her shirt. She watched as Conner used clamps to press bite marks
into his flesh before going outside and relaxing on the old swing.
    The
second man was younger, and Harper had been angry because his sticky blood had ruined
her favorite socks.
    She
was a murderer.
    A
killer.
    Harper
leaned over the side of the table and puked at Conner’s feet. He leapt back in
disgust before cackling.
    Harper! Axel suddenly yelled through the
bond. Harper didn’t let herself feel relief that he was alive. She didn’t
deserve him. Axel couldn’t find out what she was, what she had done. He would
hate her if he knew. She severed the link to keep him from seeing her thoughts.
    Harper
despised herself. How had this happened?
    She
flipped through her returned memories to find answers. The first few months
with Axel had been perfect. She soon moved into his house and eagerly took her
place as the alpha’s mate. Then, things began to change.
    For
the first time in her life, she was feared and respected. No one in the pack
bullied her, and no one had dared to insult her directly. Harper hadn’t been
respected; she had been feared.
    The
addiction to power began like a slow sickness that slept unnoticed in the
blood. Being dominant pleased her wolf, but it thrilled Harper more. She began
getting paranoid that someone would harm her mate and steal their ranks. Harper
had plotted and planned; she let authority cloud every thought until it became
her only worry. It wasn’t satisfying enough to be the matriarch of the second
largest werewolf pack; she had wanted to rule over humans, too.
    Suddenly,
Axel busted down the wall in their link with something akin to a mental
battering ram.
    “Kill
me,” Harper whispered, knowing that Axel was in her head but not caring.
Hearing her own voice sickened her. Spending the past few days with a clear
mind had yanked her personality back in order. She never would have been happy,
even if she had managed to