Wolf in her Soul
By N.J. Walters
Wolf in her Soul
Salvation Pack, Book 8
Detective Reece Gallagher has spent the last decade working as a cop in Chicago so he can search for her—the red-haired woman who haunts his dreams. He’s just about ready to give up and go home to Salvation, North Carolina, when he finally finds her. But she’s the assault victim on a case he’s working on, and there’s a full-blooded werewolf who wants her dead. He needs to keep her safe and convince her she’s his mate.
Hannah Burdette has a secret she’s never told anyone. But there is someone who knows who—or rather, what—she is. There’s a stalker after her who plans to rid the world of her “impure” blood. When the cop she meets turns out to be a werewolf and claims she doesn’t have to be alone anymore, she’s wary. But where better to hide from a bloodthirsty hunter than in the middle of North Carolina with the security of a pack surrounding her?
She closed her eyes again, but they snapped open when all she could see was cruel golden eyes that promised nothing but pain and death. She had no idea who he was, but he wanted to kill her. It wasn’t fair, but then nobody ever said life was.
Panic filled her as she gazed around the room. She’d had it in the ambulance. She distinctly remembered David passing it to her. She didn’t see it.
Heart racing, Hannah threw her legs over the side of the bed and eased off the mattress. Her eyes landed on the battered leather bag sitting on the floor by the head of the bed. It was tucked safely out of the way.
She bent down, ignoring the way her stomach ached and her head throbbed. The room started to spin. She grabbed her backpack and lifted it onto the bed. A wave of nausea swept over her as she opened the bag and checked out the contents. It was all there.
She gave a sigh of relief and leaned against the bed.
She needed to get out of here. Now. Her instincts were screaming at her to move. The sense that something was about to happen was growing with each passing second.
Where was the doctor?
Hannah stared at the IV in her arm. It was time. She removed the tape and pulled the needle out. The machine began to beep.
“You can’t go in there.” She recognized the nurse’s voice. “Sir?” Nurse Jones was getting closer.
Hannah picked up her knapsack and swung it over her shoulder. Every muscle in her body quivered. Her stomach ached, but she ignored the pain. She had bigger problems than her wounds.
The curtain was yanked open and a man filled the space. At least six-two, maybe more, he was wearing black slacks, a white dress shirt, and a sport coat, but there was no hiding the fact that he was lethal. His brown hair fell to his shoulders, his jaw was strong and square and his cheekbones were hard slashes on his face. But it was his eyes that caught and held her. They were the eyes of a predator.
Their gazes met and held, and the world began to spin. He leaped toward her, and she held up her hand to ward him off.
But he didn’t attack her. He lifted her gently and placed her back on the bed.
He was so close she could scent his woodsy soap. It held no chemical undertones, was totally natural. Beneath that scent, she could smell the man himself—warm and musky and…other.
She jerked her head up and looked more closely at his eyes. He met her stare unflinchingly.
He was no man. He was a wolf.
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N.J. Walters is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, time-travelers, seductive handymen, and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.
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