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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.





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?








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