Novie helped save the Alpha’s family from the Big Sky Pack’s enemies, but the cost tore her soul. Now, she’s haunted by the memories of her friends’ deaths. To hide the fact she’s losing her mind, she moves to the outskirts of the Pack’s territory, with only her music and ghosts for company.
Kyle is the Pack’s newest lieutenant, and it’s his job to check on remote wolf families. Intrigued by Novie, he tries to learn her secrets, but she keeps them under ice.
When Novie and Kyle are trapped together in a blizzard, her nightmares turn to reality. Can she trust again, or is her heart frozen as the depth of a Montana winter?
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Excerpt:
Kyle Dixon cursed under his breath as he pulled up outside
the old hunting lodge. As the Big Sky Pack's newest lieutenant, it was his job
to check in on all the remote pack families. He might have been new to Montana,
and new to this pack, but this job was the same one it had been back in
Alberta. And it was babysitting. Glorified babysitting.
They were werewolves, for Pete's sake. Even if it was the middle of winter, they could take care of themselves. Almost all of his visits were to large families. They didn’t need him. He'd spent the last three days turning up as the Alpha's appointed messenger, asking if there were any problems, and then getting in the way.
Sure, it was a good way to meet people. In his old pack,
he'd known everybody. Or more to the point, everyone had known him, as the
youngest son of the pack Alpha. He was always watched over, always in trouble,
and as a result, he liked his privacy. If some random visitor kept showing up
at his doorstep, he'd be irritated.
At least this was the last stop on his tour. It was also the
furthest from Dash's ranch, and he'd have a long, cold drive back tonight. The
sky hung heavy with snow, so he'd have to be quick to beat the weather.
He checked the name on his list. There was only one wolf at
this address, a lone female, one Novie Starr. Quite a name. Gods knew it was
unnatural for wolves to live alone, so there had to be a reason she was all the
way out here. Hopefully she wasn't too crazy.
Kyle put on his cowboy hat, shrugged into his red and black wool
coat, and swung down out of the truck. For all he was further south than his old
home, it was still cold as hell-frozen-over down here.
The hunting lodge was an old log cabin, surrounded by a
covered porch, which was probably really nice in the summertime. Not so much
now though. He sauntered up the front steps and knocked on the door.
To his immediate left, he heard the unmistakable, solid,
cha-chick of a shotgun being cocked. Kyle froze.
“Hands in the air,” a quiet female voice said.
He obeyed. It wasn’t as if he had a choice. The owner of the shotgun, and the voice, stepped into his
field of vision. She held the gun pointed at his chest. Kyle forced himself to
look past the weapon to the woman holding it.
Novie Starr, he assumed. She was beautiful.
Her milky skin almost glowed, surrounded by thick dark hair
that cascaded over the shoulders of her canvas barn coat. Her ruby lips, worthy
of any Disney princess, were set in a hard, determined line. But those blue
eyes, pale blue eyes, like an angel come to earth, wouldn’t meet his. She kept
her gaze trained on his chest.
The lowered gaze told him she was a submissive wolf. So why
was she pointing a gun at him?
“What’s your business here?” she asked.
Keeping his hands in the air, and his body still as he could
make it, Kyle responded, “The Alpha sent me to check on you. I’m the new
lieutenant, Kyle Dixon. I’d offer to shake hands, but…” He smiled, knowing the
power of his white teeth and dimpled chin charmed women all over. She might
have a gun pointed at him, but he was confident he could talk his way out of
this. And she was a pack member. She wouldn’t shoot him.
He hoped.
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