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Most Lone Wolves have a story–a pack they left behind, a love they lost, or worse, one they buried. Some leave their packs to roam because they crave freedom, and independence. Some leave because in their hearts, they can’t bear to stay. Some leave because they see no way to go back…
Enforcer John Nelson has pulled double duty for months, keeping an eye on the Lone Wolves who are his charges as well as those that once answered to Margo Montgomery. More of a loner than most, he doesn’t mind going months at a time without seeing another Enforcer as was his typical pattern or at least it was until the formation of the Three Rivers pack disrupted lives everywhere. Now he must divide his time between watching the upstarts and checking on his charges while working with the other Enforcers to anticipate the next move by the Russian Volchitsa. No Enforcer expected to find themselves among the hunted, but when they target the one wolf he can tolerate, John defies orders to go after her.
Hadley Sexton is a bit of a wild card even for an Enforcer, and she loves being unpredictable. More of a mother hen than she likes to admit, she keeps an eye on her Lone Wolves, and treats them more like family than charges…but when three Enforcers are brutally murdered over the course of three weeks, Hadley discovers someone has been shadowing her trail and they aren’t alone. It is a dangerous game with a brutal enemy, one willing to kill the wolves she’s sworn to protect to draw her out.
For Hadley, John will break every rule, but will he be in time?
This book is packed with action and tension. While the enforcers are gathering up their lone wolves to keep them safe, an enforcer is tortured and killed. As they are trying to figure out the next move, the Volchitsa make another attempt at Mason’s mate Alexa.
Discovering their technology is how they are finding them, Julian orders their phones destroyed.
They haven’t heard from Hadley and John is worried especially after interrogating the Volchitsa involved in that attack. Ordered to guard Alexa, John isn’t happy. He wants to find Hadley. Fortunately since Hadley was once Willow Bend, Mason agrees with him and sends him off.
This is a favorite scene when he finds her in the middle of a fight.
They were hunting.
Arriving at the cabin, finally, she took a peek inside one of the windows. It was two rooms, both visible from the window she chosen. There was only one wolf inside— her eyes, ears, and nose all told her the same thing.
Fine, she didn’t know how much time she had left, but she had to make quick work of him and set a trap for the other two.
With quiet steps, she crossed the porch then knocked really hard.
As soon as she heard his feet closing on the door, she waited until the door handle began to turn before she slammed inward. The door cut into his face, and knocked him backward. The wolf roared as he staggered backward, blood gushing from his nose. She continued her forward motion, striking rapidly at his damaged face, then slamming her fist upward in an uppercut that took him clean off his feet. He crashed to the floor, unconscious.
Dropping on top of him, she gripped the sides of his face then snapped his neck.
She had a broken knuckle, thanks to the effort. Bastard was a big fellow, and it took effort on her part to drag his happy ass out the back door. They had a storm shelter out back, an old root cellar. She dumped the body inside, then shut the doors.
Returning to the house, she searched. It didn’t look like they’d been there long, though they’d helped themselves to what dry goods she’d stored there.
They’d also searched it, quite thoroughly, including shredding the bed, chairs, and even the sofa. She wasn’t sure what the hell they were looking for. Not that anything was ever stored at this place, but she put it out of her mind for now. Time to figure it out later. Within twenty minutes, she had her trap ready to spring and settled back onto the hill above the cabin.
This time, she had her hunting rifle.
As soon as the vehicle stopped, the male exited and Hadley didn’t waste her shot. She put a bullet right between his eyes. The back of his head blew off, and he collapsed. She switched her target to the tires on the car, taking out front and back wheels before the woman could get the vehicle started again.
The woman didn’t disappoint. As soon as the car proved unwieldy, she shoved herself out, hit the ground and rolled. Hadley set the rifle aside then rose to face her.
The Russian witch tracked her in moments, then lunged toward her with a fierce snarl on her face. Hadley met her, and they struck tooth and claw. The woman jerked her hair and tried to flip her, but Hadley was an Enforcer. She’d trained for moments like these. She raked the wolf’s face and drew blood.
A shadow fell over them, and the wolf was hauled off of her. The audible sound of the wolf’s back cracking, followed by the snap of her neck, infuriated Hadley. Just like that, her potential prisoner was dead and thrown to impact against the side of a tree.
Hadley snarled and came to her knees, then met John’s intemperate gaze. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
He frowned, then blinked. “I was saving your life.”
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While Hadley was pissed he stopped her from being able to interrogate the wolf. John did have an alternate location for them to retreat to.
The house where Julian has them hole up is his, and we get a peek at the Chief Enforcer’s life. Some very interesting information here.
We get to see Dallas in this one, we first saw her in Snow Wolf, and this encounter with the two enforcers is enlightening and puzzling at the same time.
Lots of surprises, plenty of action and the heat between John and Hadley is white hot!
Off to read one of my absolute favorites, the next in this series Ghost Wolf.
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USA Today bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas in the summertime.
From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories–her characters drive the books.
When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.