Seeking the truth is harder than they thought…
Jenson is an anxious wolf, resigned to the fact that he’ll stay a loner forever, with no pack to his name and no mate, either. In a last-ditch attempt to find his beloved, he joins a dating agency. A few messages come through, none of them from a potential lifelong partner, but one note has the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He’s been asked to help in finding a local Alpha and, bound by wolf law, he has no choice but to offer his services.
Damien belongs to a small pack, and he’s desperate to track down their Alpha, who went missing in mysterious circumstances. The Alpha’s scent disappeared on the edge of pack property—meaning only one thing. His scent had been shrouded by a creature that is a wolf’s sworn enemy, and getting their Alpha back will be nigh on impossible.
It isn’t just the enemy creature who must be feared, though. Members of the pack are keeping secrets—secrets that could solve the mystery of the Alpha’s disappearance if only they’d open their mouths and tell all. But no one’s saying anything, and it’s up to Jenson and Damien to seek the truth and bring the Alpha back home.
But with so many people telling lies, it’s difficult to know who to trust, and as the rescue mission gets in full swing, more twists and turns arrive in their path, hampering their way and clouding their vision. But Jenson and Damien know that as long as they’re together, they can do anything. Even killing if they have to.
I’m writing in the hope that you’ll understand what I’m really saying. No worries if you don’t—you can just put it down to me being some whacko and go on your merry way—but if by chance you do realize what I’m saying, I would be eternally grateful for your help.
I’ve chosen this method of communication—joining a dating agency and writing to every member—because I’m not sure how else I can contact other people like us. We’re a secluded community, preferring to keep to ourselves, so making it clear to the folks in the town who and what we are is daunting, as you might imagine.
We have some trouble here—‘pack’ trouble, you might call it—and our leader has disappeared. Obviously, we’re frantic to find him. ‘Alpha’ male that he is, he wouldn’t for one minute abandon us by choice. We can’t call the police, as you might understand. Too much knowledge of who we are isn’t wise for us, especially if that knowledge is in the wrong hands.
If you are, by some miracle, one of us, please could you contact me immediately so I can meet up with you? I realize from reading your profile that you dislike being in crowded places, but at the same time would be leery of meeting out of the public eye. I assure you I’m not a weirdo, but I’d need to show you a picture of our leader so you could let me know if you’ve seen him around—we live in the same village as you—and I’m paranoid about people seeing it over my shoulder or whatever should we meet in public. I’m that worried about our leader, you see, which has also made me paranoid that the person who has taken him has spies out on us all and I’d be followed when I come to meet you.
What I’m trying to say is that I’m wanting to meet you alone, in private, and I know it’s a big ask. You don’t know me, and I’ve just read this message back and can see how strange it seems. I might even have someone report me on here and I’d get kicked off the site, but I have to try every avenue I can.
So, if you understand my message, maybe we could chat on the phone first? I’ll send you my number if you can tell me the code—the one we all know. Then I’ll know you’re genuinely one of us.
Again, if this makes no sense to you, please ignore this and I’ll tuck my ‘tail’ between my legs and run.
Shit. Shit. Jenson didn’t know what to do. What were the odds of receiving a message like that? It was the last thing he’d expected…
Sydney has always enjoyed writing. “There’s something about losing yourself in another world, where the real one ceases to exist and all your dreams and wishes can be placed on the page—dreams for a better planet where love isn’t questioned but accepted by all.”
When Sydney isn’t writing, there’s plenty of reading to be done. “I can’t imagine not reading every day. It would be weird not to have a book to hand because I’ve always had one nearby. Life without reading isn’t something I’d like to contemplate. The thought brings me out in hives.”
Sydney lives in a peaceful area where the hustle and bustle of the city doesn’t figure. “I left city life years ago. Too stressful for me. I prefer listening to the swish of leaves on the trees instead of tyres on tarmac. The twittering of birds instead of the chatter of people. Alone time to reflect and ponder is a must. A small portion of every day spent by myself is vital to my sanity and soul.”
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