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Copyright© 2017 Libby Bishop



ISBN: 978-1-77339-180-9


Cover Artist: Jay Aheer


Editor: Karyn White



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DEDICATION


To the fans of this series- thank you for reading, and for sharing how much you enjoy the books with me. This one's for you.




ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS


To Karyn—the fabulous editor. Hope to work with you again in the future!




CLAIMED BY THE WOLF


Green Mountain Shifters, 3


Libby Bishop


Copyright © 2017




Chapter One


“Hey, Good Lookin’” by Hank Williams greeted Katee Ellis as she woke. Her head pounded, and her mouth was dry as if she had the worst hangover ever. Yet, she couldn’t recall drinking the night before.

As her eyes cleared, she realized she didn’t recognize the ceiling, its chipped and peeling paint. She sat straight up, her head swimming as nausea swept her from the movement. Placing her hands on both sides of her head, sinking them into her hair, she closed her eyes and tried to take deep breaths. When the nausea faded away, she opened her eyes, and then she realized she was completely naked.

What the hell?

She quickly pulled a sheet up and held it at her breasts, trying to figure out how the hell she’d gotten into a rumpled bed in a worn down bedroom.

Hank continued to sing as heavy steps from outside the room caught her attention—she inhaled, scenting the wild. Wait. She inhaled again. Shock coursed through her when she realized she could smell everything around her—the old wood, the man coming toward the room, the cool mid-autumn breeze coming through the barely opened window.

Her heart skipped a beat, and then sped up as panic began to take hold. She dug for a memory to tell her how she’d gotten where she was, but nothing came, which alarmed her more. Through shapeshifting friends she knew what the situation could mean … and she tried her damnedest to calm down, to shove the panic down as her blood pounding in her ears blocked out all other noise.

What the hell happened to me?

“Here, this should help.” The man’s voice was deep, with a British lilt. The sound snapped her back to reality.

She held the blanket closer, tighter.

She looked over slowly, pushing her long, dark red hair out of her eyes. Her gaze settled on a tall, lithe, muscled man. His thermal, long-sleeved shirt clung nicely to his torso. Her sharp vision could plainly see that strong arms were hidden underneath the fabric.

He stepped closer to her, holding out a mug to her. After holding his dark blue gaze for a moment, she reached out and took it. The heat from it felt good as it spread beneath the skin of her hand. Coffee.

As the man moved to the desk and grasped a chair in one hand, she inhaled the scent of the beverage. Heaven. Taking a sip, she tasted the slight bite of whisky, which made her smile softly.

“A little hair of the dog never hurt.” He returned her smile as he set the chair down and took a seat, running a hand through his hair before leaning forward and resting his elbows on his thighs. His body language was telling her something was wrong, but since she was still a little off balance she didn’t ask right off.

“No,” she replied. Taking another sip of coffee, she held the sheet with her other hand. She wasn’t a prude, but she didn’t know this man. “How did I get here? And where is here? And more importantly, who are you?”

“That’s … complicated, Katee.” He sighed, and then met her gaze, his eyes hinting at regret. “I’ll tell you this now, though: one of the pack found you in our woods covered in blood, raked through from claws. You were unconscious, in your nightgown, and had no belongings near you.”

Her eyebrows furrowed as she took in his words. “And where am I?”

“In Black Lake. Travis found you.”

That made her relax somewhat. She’d grown up around Travis, who was the right hand man of the Alpha Wolf of the Northeast.

“We’re still trying to figure out how you got into the woods.”

Katee dug into her memory but couldn’t remember a fight. “I don’t … I don’t remember anything. The last memory I have is being at a restaurant with my best friend, Ingrid. We were out with her sister…” She tried to remember more, but nothing came. “Ingrid is a wolf shifter—she would have been looking for me.”

His gaze was warm, and she had the strangest urge to run her hand along his jawline, through the two or three week old beard he was sporting.

“She was looking, and she’s quite devastated that she didn’t find you sooner.”

His low, gentle tone seemed to calm her. If she hadn’t grown up around shifters, she’d probably be freaking out. Though, his presence was keeping her from doing just that. Not that that didn’t frighten her, because it did, but she was too shaken to fight his effect on her.

“So, who are you?”

“My apologies. I’m Mathias Blackwell, the youngest son of the Alpha Wolf of England.”

Huh. Wonder what he’s doing in Vermont… “I’m very confused. This isn’t my house.”

“No. You’re in a safehouse for new wolves,” he answered. “As you’ve probably been told, shifters don’t give out the locations of these for safety reasons.”

She gave a nod, and then took a sip of the coffee. “Is Ingrid here?”

“Not at this time, but she’ll be returning soon.”

“Are we alone here?” She was slightly concerned, not because she was sensing danger from him, but because she didn’t know him.

“Travis is here. He’s responsible for the music.”

She smiled slightly. “Of course.”

“You’re in no danger from me,” he assured softly.

“Pardon me for being wary,” she said with a wider smile. “I’m not the girl who wakes up naked in a strange house with strange men.”


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