All Chapters of I am Wolf: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

WolfDays and nights have just morphed together; I can’t say how long it’s been since I had a warm meal or didn’t walk into a town and get uncomfortable, unwelcome stares from most folks there. The truth is, yeah, I suppose I look fucking terrible; I probably reek something awful, too. I’ve been up in the mountains so long that I’ve started looking like I belong there; in a way, I guess I do. When I do make my way into a passing town, being butt-ass naked probably won’t go down well, so I tend to help myself to the occasional clean clothes off someone’s wash line; it usually only happens when I sneak myself into towns to grab some food, and by grab, I mean it, quite literally. Being a mutt in the mountains doesn’t exactly come with a steady income. Out here, it’s survival, and food is never as plentiful as you’d think. Should my conscience nag at me for taking what isn’t mine? Probably. But the reality is, it’s this or walking around naked in my human form. My last decent set of clot

WolfAs the truck bumps along the narrow, overgrown forest road, I can’t shake the feeling that the tension is growing thicker with every passing second. It’s the kind of road where GPS signals go to die and where the only direction is straight to a grave. Dense, dark trees loom on either side, closing in on us like they’re in on some twisted joke—one I’m not sure I’m going to find funny. “So, Wolf, the two guys next to you are Bryce and Chandler—my future beta and gamma,” Don says, a hint of pride in his voice. I furrow my brows. “So you’re not the alpha?” Don smirks. “Nah, not yet. One day.” Sasha snorts but keeps quiet. Don’s little introduction of his future beta and gamma does nothing to ease my nerves. If anything, it feels like he’s laying out the cast of characters for my impending execution. Bryce and Chandler, both stiff as boards, look like they’d rather be anywhere else—maybe at a dentist appointment or in line for a root canal. Chandler’s restless energy makes me wond

Wolf I’ve been working out to pass the time while I wait. Confinement is driving me insane, and it’s either this or I risk breaking something. Standing shirtless in front of the pull-up bar, I regard it as if it’s my nemesis; oddly enough, I’m grateful they have something like this here, as if they anticipated my need for an outlet. I cast the bar a sideways glance, tilting my head in contemplation. As much as I want to envision it as an object of my frustration, something to strike and shatter, I can’t. Every time I try, my thoughts drift back to Sasha—those lush pink lips biting down on her bottom lip, a sight that ignites a primal longing within me. All I want is to have her beneath me. Damn it, I’m in serious trouble. I’ve lost count after one hundred and fifty pull-ups; now, I’m propelled by a potent mix of desire and determination. The desire to have Sasha writhing beneath me, calling my name, clashes violently with my fierce determination to escape this place and put as much

WolfAs the chains fall to the ground, my eyes snap up to lock onto the alpha. Fenris’s beta is the one undoing my restraints, and I give him a brief, sarcastic nod of thanks before returning my gaze to Fenris, who’s still glaring at me as if I owe him more than a headache. “So is that it then?” I mutter, meeting his gaze without flinching. Fenris nods toward the open door, his voice gravelly as he grumbles, “Get out, and remember what I said, Wolf; you’re free to go when you complete this job. But not in my territory. I never want to see you here again, understood?” Scoffing, I shake my head with a smirk. “Trust me; I don’t plan on sticking around once we’re done.” Without sparing him another glance, I snatch the file off the table and stride out of the room. I can still feel Fenris’s piercing gaze burning into my back, but I resist the urge to look over my shoulder. What a dick. Surprisingly, Don is waiting for me just outside the door the moment I step out. He crosses his arms,

WolfThe coordinates take me straight to an abandoned-looking mine shaft in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nothing but overgrown and dense forest trees and bushes; I cautiously get off the bike and remove my helmet before placing it on top of the seat. My brows furrow as I narrow my eyes; it’s quiet, so quiet, in fact, that I can’t even hear any critters in the forest. Strange, right? My eyes slowly scan the area, trying to figure out why Caius would come here of all places; he had all but dominated most of the packs in South America. As far as memory serves, he was doing well, too. So why come up here and give up the reigning power he has down there for this? It doesn’t make any sense. ‘What the fuck are you up to, Caius?’ I wonder to myself, and at that exact moment, I notice someone standing right in front of the mineshaft hole. I instantly frown as I narrow my eyes at him when I grumble, “Damien.” He smirks at me as if he’s not even surprised to see me when he slowly nar