One

Finding my mate was supposed to be the best day of my life. Not the worst.

Everyone told me I should be lucky to have someone as beautiful as the blond- haired, blue-eyed, golden-skinned alpha, Shane Dacre, as my mate.

How can anyone feel lucky with a mate who only laughed when they were walking away from you?

For a year I took it.

I swallowed it all down: all the pain from his secret cruelties, all the disgust in his eyes when he looked at me, all the fury at my standing in the way of his true happiness.

I ate it until nothing tasted the same. Until even my food tasted bitter.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if the old alpha, Shane’s father Iain, wasn’t pushing so hard for an heir.

The most stable packs had an alpha who prepared for the next generation, his father loved to remind Shane at every opportunity with a pointed look aimed my way.

But the heir had to come from his mate’s body. Mine.

And so, he came to my bed, still smelling of her. The long blonde-haired, golden-eyed, and equally beautiful Bree.

With my eyes squeezed shut, and my face turned away from him, we would mate in silence to the sharp squeaking of the bedsprings.

The sound shamed me.

And once it was done. Once he was done, he would slip away again. To shower. To return to the one he wanted. To her.

But there was never a child.

It went on and on until the whispers grew so loud and the pity so overwhelming that I would do everything I could to avoid anyone and everyone. My mission in life became to find the perfect hiding place in the extensive Dacre pack forest.

Perfect Shane could do no wrong. It must be plain, brown-haired, Aerin Boone with too many freckles. It must be Aerin who doesn’t deserve a mate as perfect and golden as Shane Dacre who was the problem for the lack of an heir.

And then I was out running one day, losing myself in the pure joy of it. As a wolf, I found happiness I could never feel in my human skin. As a wolf, I could pretend to be just a wolf and not a human girl with human pain.

But then I caught his scent. No, I could smell them.

Everything warned me to stay away, to return to the house, to turn back.

I didn’t listen.

They were in the stream; Bree and Shane.

And they were naked. He was holding her, and as she stared up into the blue sky, he thrust into her. At his every grunt, I flinched. At her every moan, I felt a stabbing in my heart.

I’ve never known pain as sharp. It felt like inside I was dying.

Then he was growling, and she was clinging to his shoulders as she gasped out her release.

I couldn’t help but notice the way her nails dug into his biceps, and when I lifted my wolf's eyes back up to his face, I found him staring at me.

Being with her wasn’t a chore. Wasn’t some duty his father pressed on him.

I’d always known it, of course, but to see it, to see how much pleasure she gave him, and he gave her, was something else.

And that wasn’t all I saw. There was a bite on her neck. He’d bitten her even though he already had a mate.

My pain poured out of me, ran over the grass and the water until Bree must have felt it because she was lifting her head from where she’d rested it on Shane’s shoulder. Before she could, Shane slid his hand around her nape, halting her. Never taking his eyes from mine, he bent his head and kissed her.

So, I ran and I haven’t stopped running since then. “Hey, you all right?”

The male voice, coming from much closer to me than should be possible with my shifter nose and ears, has me scrubbing at my wet face with my coat sleeve before I turn away from the window.

His blue eyes are kind, and I wonder, not for the first time, why all the bus drivers I’ve met so far have been so nice to me.

Maybe it’s my age, since at twenty-two, more often than not, I’ve been the youngest person on the bus. “I’m fine, thank you. Are we here?”

Considering I’ve had my face glued to the window for hours, I should know. If I’d been paying attention to the world around me instead of reliving my memories, I would know.

He raises his eyebrow but doesn’t comment on what has to be a pretty stupid question. “If Winter Lake is where you need to be; yeah, we’re here.” He nods at the window.

I turn to take in the town just outside.

It’s pretty in an old-fashioned way, with pastel-painted shop fronts and what looks like mom-and- pop stores.

No, not pretty, beautiful. A haven.

From where I’m sitting, I can make out a grocery store, post office, bank, hair salon, and a diner.

It looked like the perfect place to disappear when I saw a picture of the town on a postcard in a bus station gift shop. The sort of place no one would ever come looking for me.

Perfect, in other words.

“What’s the population again?” I ask, unable to stop staring.

“Something like two thousand. But it’s a nice town. Friendly.”

That’s nothing. Coming from Minnesota, it’s a drop in the ocean.

Sure, at first, I’ll stick out a little since I’m new, but who would think to look for me in a place with a population of two thousand people?

“I like it,” I declare.

His bark of laughter has me turning to find him grinning down at me.

“Not many young people do. You’ll find it’s the older folk who come here. To retire mostly.” And with that, the man in a bus driver's uniform strides down to the front of the bus.

Once I’ve gathered my only piece of luggage—a medium size gray duffel bag, I toss my long dark braid over my shoulder and follow.

“Because there are no jobs?” I’m thinking now I should’ve thought this through a little more thoroughly since I’m going to need to find a job at some point.

After I ran away from Bree and Shane, I stopped at the house long enough to change, grab his wallet from the dresser, his keys, and then I headed for his car.

Not the flashy red sports car he was fond of reminding me had more purpose than I did, but the silver BMW I knew he wouldn’t miss as quickly as his pride and joy.

As soon as I got into the city, I parked his car near the train station and went straight to the bank to withdraw as much money as I could.

Luckily, Shane’s dad had us legally registered as husband and wife even though we didn’t have a formal ceremony in a church. So, once I showed the bank teller my ID with my married name, they didn’t stop me from my request of two thousand dollars, the most I could withdraw in one day.

I hit up Target and filled a shopping cart with food, clothes, and the gray duffel. Afterwards, I got a cab to the bus station where I bought six tickets heading in six different directions from the front desk.

I hung about, waiting until the guy who worked there was busy serving another customer before I quickly bought another ticket at the self-service machine, which was the bus I got on.

Although it seems a touch excessive, I knew I had to do everything I could to get away because no alpha ever lets his mate walk away. Because even though Shane didn’t want me, there was no way he would ever let me go, especially with his father pushing him so hard to get me pregnant.

He might not want me, but he needed me.

I’d been running for five days when I started to get sick. And that was when I knew. I was pregnant.

“There are some jobs. Not many, but some.” The bus driver opens the doors and as I stare out, suddenly I don’t want to step out.

I’ve been running, always moving, always in motion for nearly three weeks now. Long enough for my sickness to subside, long enough for me to get used to cheap hotel rooms and disgusting bathrooms that were never completely clean.

Who am I kidding, I’m nowhere near used to it. Not even close, which is why I’m here in Winter Lake. A brief stop. My break from nasty motel rooms.

It’s hitting me now that this will be it for a while.

This town is so out of the way, there’s only one bus that passes through it every week. Just one. So, once I step off this bus, I won’t be leaving it for another whole week. It was the biggest appeal of Winter Lake; other than the pretty pastel shop fronts and the quiet serenity I could practically feel through the postcard.

“You change your mind?”

“No.” I sling my bag over my shoulder and force myself to take the first steps off the bus. “Just wondering about…”

“Five minutes.”

Halfway down the steps, I stop and turn back, my brow wrinkled in confusion. “What?”

“I’ve got five minutes before I have to leave so I can be in the next town in time. That’s how long you’ve got to figure out if you want to stay or jump back on the bus.

God, am I that easy to read?

“Uh, sure. Whatever,” I mutter, but don’t tell him to go.

Five minutes sounds just long enough for me to figure out if this town is going to be it, or if my search for a resting place will continue.

After one last glance behind me, I leave the bus driver idling in his seat and head down the street toward the diner, since other than a truck in the gas station, there doesn’t appear to be anyone around.

I plan to stick my head in the diner because that’ll be where most of the inhabitants of this picturesque town will be at midday.

And if I get any warning signs, it’s literally a minute to get back to the bus and tell the driver I’ve changed my mind.

I make it halfway down the street before I jerk to a stop.

At first, I didn't believe my nose. Frowning, my eyes sweep the streets because I’m distinctly picking up something I shouldn’t be smelling.

Not in a town this small. And not in my perfect hiding place. Shifter. What the f**k is a shifter pack doing here?