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Wolf in the Woods
Salvation Pack: The Next Generation Book 1
by N.J. Walters

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Not wanting to be forced to mate to an eligible male in her pack who won't take no for an answer, Addie Fuller is on the run.

Billy Gallagher might be human, but he understands werewolf culture all too well after being raised in the Salvation Pack.

When their paths cross, he helps her, even knowing it will likely mean his death. He's no match for a full-blooded male wolf. A short, brutal fight, leaves him near death and Addie fighting to save his life.

He recovers, but he's not the same man he was. The one thing he does know for sure--he and Addie are meant to be together. All he has to do is convince her of that and deal with the threat looming over them.

"If you love werewolves, good guys vs. bad, an amazingly sweet and steamy romance, and a visit with old fan favorites then WOLF IN THE WOODS will give you all that and more."
~Annetta Sweetko, Fresh Fiction

"I am so grateful she took us back to this pack, I can't say enough about this series. We get to fall in love with the Salvation Pack all over again. So everyone, welcome back to the Salvation Pack, and enjoy. Thank you NJ Walters for bringing back this amazing pack family, because they were definitely missed."
~Book Snob Sue's Reviews

"A great paranormal read that I have no hesitation in recommending."
4-stars--Long and Short Reviews

"...going back to the Salvation Pack was such a joy. I read the 1st generation four years ago, and I have never been disappointed."
4-stars--Julie Strife Klein, Goodreads

Excerpt from Wolf in the Woods
© 2021 N.J. Walters

So much blood.

He flinched at the pressure and gave a moan of pain but didn't tell her to stop. He had to know just how bad the situation was. He licked his lips, his breathing labored. "Gear." His fingers uncurled and pointed to the right.

She jumped up and raced in that direction, inhaling deeply to find his scent. His knapsack was partially hidden under a short pine tree. With shaky hands, she grabbed it and hurried back.

"I've got it." Adrenaline pumped through her veins, allowing her to focus past her own pain. She ignored the gashes in her stomach. Her werewolf metabolism was already working to heal them. They weren't as deep as they could have been. He wasn't so fortunate. She opened the bag and dug out a long-sleeved flannel shirt. It would do for a makeshift bandage. She ripped the arms off and then folded the rest into a thick padding.

I don't know how to do this. This was beyond anything in her experience. Werewolves healed naturally, for the most part, and she'd never been around anyone who'd been this seriously injured.

I have to clean the wound first. Fear was making her sweat. She swiped her forearm over her forehead.

You can do this. She didn't have a choice. The alternative was to just let him die.

There was a bottle of water in a holder on the side of the pack. She opened it and poured the cool liquid over the wound. He clenched his teeth against the pain, his back bowing off the ground.

"I'm sorry. I know it hurts. I'm sorry," she chanted. She pressed the folded pad against his shoulder and used the sleeves to bind it in place. "That should do it. I hope." She chewed on her bottom lip and studied her handiwork.

"So, do you always apply bandages on the first date?" His voice was low and shaky.

Her mouth dropped and she stared. Here he was possibly dying, had to be in sheer agony, and he was making a joke.

She swallowed hard. For some reason, his attempt at humor, at making them both feel better, made her heart hurt. She had to clear her throat several times before she could respond. "I didn't know I was going on a first date, or I might have brought a big box of bandages with me."

His chuckle turned into a low cry when he jostled his injured body.

Heart racing and hands trembling, she dug through his pack and found a small first aid kit. She used every butterfly bandage to close the worst of the gashes on his chest and arms. Then she used a thick roll of gauze to wrap around his torso. It was easy for her to get him to sit upright, given her werewolf strength, but it was pure hell for him.

When he passed out and went limp in her arms, she felt utterly alone.

"Billy." She eased him back down and pressed her fingers against his neck, barely breathing until she caught the slightest fluttering. He was still alive. But for how long?

Wolf in Pursuit
Salvation Pack: The Next Generation Book 2
by N.J. Walters

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Etienne Rollins is in hot pursuit of Amy Blanchard, the female he wants to mate. Her sheltered upbringing has left her questioning her future and place in the pack. The sizzling attraction between them, the change in their relationship from friend to romantic interest, confused her even more, so she fled. He's tracked her to a bar in Tennessee and not a moment too soon, as she's caught the attention of two unattached, unknown male wolves--the Landry brothers.

Amy uses Etienne's unexpected arrival to explore the sensual heat pulsing between them. Not easy to do while handling the Landry brothers, a violent confrontation with some humans, a kidnapping, and fleeing a crazed wolf who wants to use her to get back at the Landrys. If she survives, she'll need to confront her feelings for Etienne once and for all.

"We get to go back to the Salvation Pack, with a fast action fantastic storyline, devoured this book. Always want more. An epilogue that will definitely have you needing more, yes I said needing, not wanting, because I really, really need the next book, and a hea. Total book crack series."
~Book Snob Sue's Reviews

"...plenty of smexy time, action, and all things Ms. Walters is known for, which is amazing chemistry wrapped in an amazing tale that will have you turning or swiping your finger from the beginning to the end."
~Elle Boon, Bestselling Author

Excerpt from Wolf in Pursuit
© 2022 N.J. Walters

These past weeks had tested her limits, both physically and mentally. But the biggest toll had been on her emotions. She was a people person. It was in her nature to love those around her.

Leaving her pack had been like cutting out her heart.

Rather than focus on the loneliness and despair that had dogged her every step of her journey, she embraced her anger. "You broke into my home."

He snorted and sat back on his heels. "This isn't home."

No, it wasn't. "That's not the point. It's where I'm living."

"Is that what this is?"

She clenched her fists in her lap. It was either that or slug him. The gratitude of moments ago bled away. "You're Mr. Know It All. Is that it? The great Etienne Rollins is God and knows what people need."

He shook his head, his shaggy hair brushing his shoulders. "No, but I know what you need."

"Is that right?" Restless, she wanted to pace, but he was in front of her, blocking her. She could push him away, but that would mean touching him. Not a good idea. She feared if she did, she'd drag him back on the bed and find another way to work off all the excess adrenaline pouring through her veins.

"You're afraid."

He did not just say that. Her chin went up. Her back snapped ramrod straight. "I'm not afraid of anyone or anything. You take that back." Oh, God, she was regressing to childhood. She needed to get him out of here so she could center herself and act like the reasonable adult she was.

"You're one of the bravest people I know. A daredevil." He flashed a grin that made her heart skip a beat. "You'll try anything."

Now she was totally confused. "I don't understand." Maybe it was exhaustion after working for so long. Maybe it was hunger. But he'd totally lost her.

"Look at you." He motioned to the room around them. "You set off on your own. I get it. You needed to spread your wings and test your limits. That's who you are." He crowded closer, until he was between her legs, their lips inches apart.

She swallowed heavily.

"But the reason you ran was because you were afraid. Of us." He brushed his lips over hers. Her breath caught in her throat, not from panic this time but from longing. Her toes curled in her sneakers. "Of this," he whispered before his tongue slid past her lips.

Wolf Claims His Pack
Salvation Pack: The Next Generation Book 3
by N.J. Walters

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Half-breed wolf and blacksmith, Bailey Smith's life is complicated. She's alpha of a small pack consisting of her teenage brother and three other kids. Her grandfather--a pure-blood wolf--wants her and her brother dead. And now a confrontation with two human males has brought Child Protective Services to her door. If that wasn't enough, she's caught the attention of an unknown, sexy-as-hell, male wolf.

Nicholas LaForge has found his mate and purpose. Being a full-blooded wolf is a strike against him, but she marries him to protect her kids. He'll use whatever sneaky methods necessary--including sex--to convince her they belong together. First, he has to deal with the threats to his new pack. That's the easy part. Winning her love and trust might be impossible.

"If you love wolves, danger, intrigue, family by choice and by blood, and a romance that just makes you smile and swoon, then WOLF CLAIMS HIS PACK is the perfect read."
~Annetta Sweetko, Fresh Fiction

"...a great read that kept me turning the pages."
4 Stars--Moonflower, Long and Short Reviews

Excerpt from Wolf Claims His Pack
© 2022 N.J. Walters

Nicholas's blood was running hot. His wolf was quivering for release, wanting to hunt down those two fuckers who’d come here to hurt this woman and her family. He yanked his wolf back under control, focusing on the woman before him.

Like a flaming-haired Valkyrie, she stood tall and proud, a substantial hammer grasped in her hand, ready to defend those inside the house.

He'd lectured himself a dozen times outside the bar but hadn't been able to make himself leave. Not even the promise of his first real bed in weeks and a hot shower had been enough to pry him away.

His instincts had been spot on.

He'd tailed the two locals right to her door. Like all bullies, they'd retreated when faced with someone bigger and stronger. It had been easy enough to frighten them and send them running. Now he faced an even bigger challenge--the woman.

"I'm Nicholas LaForge."

Her lips firmed and the hammer rose a bit higher.

"I saw what happened in the parking lot earlier today." He nodded at the teenager standing behind her, recognizing him. "I couldn't help but overhear." He'd been too far away to hear much if he was human, but he was hoping she wouldn't realize that.

"That doesn't explain what you're doing here." She was a tough nut to crack. He liked that. "How do I know you're not with them?" She tilted her head toward the woods.

His jaw tightened at the insult. "I don't attack women or children." A sense of satisfaction settled over him. "Only bullies." They were at a standoff that wasn't going to end anytime soon if he didn't do something. She wasn't giving an inch. He didn't blame her. She was protecting kids, and there was nothing more dangerous than a female with her pups. It didn't matter if the female was human or animal or a combination.

"I worried they'd cause problems, so I followed them. They went to a bar for a few hours. I stayed on them when they left. Having a few drinks drained what small amount of sense they possessed."

The hammer lowered, resting against her thigh. He couldn't help but notice how her biceps rippled, the short-sleeved T-shirt showing them off to perfection. A strong woman was sexy as hell.

"Why?" She dragged her free hand through her hair.

"Why would I follow them?"

"You don't know us? What's your angle?"

Anger blasted through him. "No angle. It was the right thing to do. If I'd walked away and heard something had happened to you, I wouldn't have been able to live with myself."

Her eyes widened and she blinked several times. "Are you for real?"

Frustrated, he huffed out a breath. "Yes."

She gave a decisive nod. "Thanks." She waved at the dirt road behind him. "You can go now."

He grinned in spite of his annoyance. His first impression of her being hard-headed and independent had been right on target. "You're welcome. They might come back." He doubted it, but there was no telling what they might do once they got away from here and started thinking. That kind acted on impulse, not intellect.

"If they come back, that's my problem." Her chin went up. Damned if he didn't want to kiss her. She'd probably hit him in the side of the head with that hammer of hers. Might be worth the risk.

He rubbed his jaw and shifted his weight to one leg. "See, that's where you're wrong. I have a vested interest now."

A low growl of frustration rolled across the yard. Nicholas slowly straightened and took several steps toward her. A light breeze whipped past them, blowing her scent toward him. The sweet and spicy scent of woman with a hint of lavender filled his senses, along with something wilder and more primal. It was faint, but it was there. Stunned, all he could do was stare.

She backed up, pushing the teenager toward the door. The hammer in her hand shook. "Leave us alone."

That wasn't going to happen. Not now or anytime in the future. "You're a wolf."

Wolf Meets His Fate
Salvation Pack: The Next Generation Book 4
by N.J. Walters

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Orphaned at birth, Jesse is raised in the Louisiana swamp by powerful witch Lottie Broussard. Hated by her father and shunned by the pack that should be hers, she is forced to run for her life after Lottie's death.

Searching for his life's purpose, Aaron LaForge has left his pack and is living on a farm in West Virginia.

When their paths cross in a local bar, he sees it as fate. At first, he only wants to help but quickly realizes she's his mate. Jesse isn't ready or willing to trust anyone--let alone a male wolf. But Aaron is as stubborn as he is convincing. As their relationship heats up, the dangers around them mount. Can their love survive their fight to stay alive?

"Nothing could distract me as a I tore through the book, needing to know what happened, what was going to happen, and how it was going to all work out. {...} This story had it all, forbidden existence, magic, loneliness and longing, fear and despair, hope and love, family and friends, and a cat named Bast, what more could you ask for?"
~@dargood48, BookBub

"A great addition to the series..."
4 Stars--Moonflower, Long and Short Reviews

Excerpt from Wolf Meets His Fate
© 2022 N.J. Walters

Holy shit, he'd found her. Stumbling across her path had been a complete fluke. Maybe he'd headed in the direction he'd chased her, but to actually find her was the last thing he'd expected. Both he and his wolf were delighted. The female wolf, not so much.

He'd done his best to appear nonthreatening, not easy given his size. He'd obviously failed because she'd fled before he could shift and talk. She was fast, but he was faster. Keeping an eye on her, he'd put on a burst of speed near the end when he'd scented her belongings.

She was gorgeous, her coat as black as midnight, without a single shade of brown or gray, rare in a wolf. Even the streak of purple that was in her hair didn't show in her fur. Her blue eyes were filled not with fear but determination and fury. It was the last that could be a problem.

Before he could decide how to handle it, she snarled and attacked. Grateful for all the training he'd received, he reacted without thought, dropping flat so she sailed over him. Pivoting, she leaped again, her fangs coming dangerously close to his neck as he flung himself to the side.

He shifted and held his hands out in front of him, hoping to calm her before things got out of hand. "I don't mean you any harm. Fuck!" he yelled, as she came at him again. He was a bit too slow this time, and sharp claws dragged down his left arm.

She was out of control, her anger stealing any hope of reason.

Her paws hit the ground and skidded through the dirt and moss before she gained traction. She whirled around and jumped. Anticipating her actions, he spun out of the way and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He took her down to the ground, using his greater weight and strength to hold her so she couldn't inflict more damage on him, or herself.

"Stop it. I don't want to harm you."

She continued to struggle, growling and snarling and whining. God, her desperation brought tears to his eyes. What the hell had she gone through that meeting another of her kind brought such fear?

"Shhh, sweetheart, stop fighting. You're hurting yourself." He talked himself almost hoarse before she finally went limp. He wanted to release her, but he didn't trust her not to attack again. Pretending to give up was a good strategy, and she'd already proven to be clever and resourceful.

"I'm not buying it, sweetheart. You're not the type to give up that easy."

Her head whipped around. He jerked back as powerful jaws lunged toward him. Her breath fanned his face. Way too close for comfort.

It would be easier if he wasn't trying to keep them both from sustaining injuries. "Stop it. I only want to talk. I don't know what you're so afraid of, but I'd never hurt a woman, human or wolf."

She gave a snort and wiggled in his grip.

"I'm trying to keep from getting my head bit off. Your claws sank deep, little wolf."

She sniffed the air and went still. The wounds on his arm were already healing, the bleeding stopped, but the scent of blood was rich in the air.

"Think about it. If I meant you any harm, I'd have done it after you raked my arm." Taking advantage of this quiet moment, he kept talking. "My name is Aaron LaForge. I have a place not far from here. Just me. No pack. You're welcome to shelter there as long as you need." Maybe it was crazy to offer her sanctuary after she'd attacked him, but desperation had a smell, and it clung to her. "Let me help you."

When her body began to shift, he released her and stood, so she wouldn't feel trapped or crowded. She pushed to her feet and glared at him. "Why would you want to? What's in it for you?"

Wolf in the Night
Salvation Pack: The Next Generation Book 5
by N.J. Walters

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Driving home from a trip, Emma Matheson is run off the road in an abduction attempt. Seems the alpha of her father's former pack never forgave his defection. To settle the old score, he plans to force her to mate with a male of his choosing--his son, Dmitri.

Dmitri Gribkov wants no part of his father's revenge. A loner by choice, nothing has prepared him for sexy, stubborn Emma. He'll do whatever it takes to protect her--even if it means losing her.

Determined to control her destiny, she does her best to escape, even as the attraction between her and Dmitri sizzles. Doesn't take long for her to realize this huge, sexy wolf is a protector at heart.

Tracking and killing are what he does best. Before this is over, he'll have blood on his hands, but winning her love will be the hardest battle.

"There are not enough stars for this book. Fantastic, this book and series are fantastic. {...} Thank you NJ Walters for giving us a fantastic ending to a fantastic series. And yes I think I need to start a support group, because it’s gonna be like missing my family. Thank you so much for bringing this amazing group of people to life, and giving us another world to get lost in. I know, I got a little choked up writing this."
~Book Snob Sue

"What did I just read?! My heart is still pounding, and I am in awe! Wolf in the Night is absolutely riveting and undoubtedly enthralling with its non-stop, imminent danger and unexpectedly, sizzling heat."
5 stars--Amber, BookBub

Excerpt from Wolf in the Night
© 2022 N.J. Walters

Dmitri Gribkov scanned both sides of the road as he drove. His foot pushed down on the gas pedal. The speedometer inched up to eighty. The powerful truck surged forward. He could go faster but didn't want to risk missing his target.

"Where the fuck are they?" He'd tracked Ivan Volkov and his crew all the way to the North Carolina border. It had taken almost twenty-four hours for word to reach him that they'd gone on this crazy mission for their alpha. That gave them a full day's head start, but he'd only been one step behind them the entire way.

His wolf growled, ready to track and hunt. He'd thought he'd understood the depths of his father's hatred. Obviously, he'd been mistaken.

This latest stunt was a desperate one. Not to mention dangerous. Before he could continue that line of thought, he caught a glimpse of mangled metal just off the road. Another truck was parked further up on the shoulder. He pulled in around it. The front fender was damaged. "Fuck!" They'd deliberately forced the other vehicle off the road.

Before his truck had finished rocking to a stop, he was out and running, a sense of urgency propelling him forward. He cleared the distance to the wreck in a single leap. The metallic scent of metal and blood filled his nostrils, along with another he knew well. "Ivan," he muttered. The chase was over. He'd found them.

A hint of light floral tickled his senses. Not perfume. Not strong enough. Maybe soap. It reminded him of summer. The sight of an upended purse made his stomach clench. He slipped off his clothes and embraced his wolf. Fur pushed out from beneath his skin as his limbs contracted and reformed. His head flattened. His jaw elongated, teeth becoming sharp fangs. On silent, claw-tipped paws, he loped forward and began to track his prey. It wasn't difficult. They weren't trying to hide.

Voices pinpointed the location. Keeping downwind, he eased closer.

A woman stood with her back to a tree. She was about five ten, her build lean. Blood stained her forehead. Her T-shirt had a tear near the neck. It and her jeans were covered in a pale dust, likely from the airbag. Ivan and his crew--Boris, Luka, and Pavel--spread around her, blocking any escape.

He knew who she was, who she had to be--Emmaline Mikhala Matheson. The woman his father, the alpha of the Sitka Pack, was obsessed with. He clamped his jaw tight to keep from growling. As he'd done his entire life, he channeled his fury, using it to center him.

"What does my father have to do with this?" Her voice washed over him, ruffling his fur like a physical caress. It was husky with the slightest of trembles. His wolf chuffed, interest piqued.

She might be outnumbered, but there was nothing subservient or reticent about this female. Her green eyes glittered with anger. He raised his nose into the air and caught the stench of sweat and fear on the breeze. She might be afraid, but she wasn't backing down.

Everything inside stilled. His wolf stretched toward her, yearning to be nearer. He yanked the beast back under control. Usually, they were in total accord when they hunted, the two of them seamlessly working as one deadly killing machine.

This woman was trouble.