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Chapter 1

Thorne

May the gods save me from young werewolves.

My beta, who also happens to be my brother Evander, lurks on the other side of the desk. After waltzing in and delivering this little news update, he’s been half smirking, half waiting for orders. He gives me a look. “So. What do you want me to do.”

I huff out a breath and slink into my chair. “Leave him there?”

My brother barks out a laugh. “Come on, Thorne. You know that’s not an option.”

“Why not?”

He leans, folding his arms. “Because we did stuff that was twice as stupid when we were his age?”

“We were smart enough not to get caught,” I growl.

We definitely didn’t get drunk, pass out in our wolf forms, and get taken in by wildlife officers.

Pinching the bridge of my nose against the headache that’s threatening to appear there, I lean forward. “We should never have supported that wolf introduction act.”

Evander snorts. “We should never have moved to Colorado.”

Internally, I wince, because I know he’s right.

And I know it’s all my fault.

Three years ago, my father died suddenly. At the last possible second, he passed the title of alpha of the pack down to me, passing about five minutes later. I hadn’t known at the time that along with the title, he would be handing me a giant fucked-up knot of problems.

It took one year to sort most of them out. Then, when the debts were paid and the bribes in the right hands, there was one last thorny issue to deal with.

Dear Old Dad had sold the pack’s land in Alaska. Some kind of deal with wolverines that I refused to get too into the weeds with, because I was certain that if I did, I’d have to report it to the FBI.

I refused to pay rent to wolverines for land that had been ours. I gathered the pack’s meager assets, and I bought a town, complete with land and one refugee faerie who comes with it.

In Colorado.

Where there are no naturally occurring wolves.

However, there had been a bill on the table in the state legislature at the time for a wolf re-introduction project. Given that wolves are hunted all over the States right now, it seemed like a blessing from the gods.

It seemed perfect.

Evander had advised me against it.

Now, with the pack finally settling in to our town of Oakwood, I realize the wisdom in his words.

“Yeah, yeah,” I mutter. I glare at him, annoyed by his smirk. “But we’re here now. So how the fuck do we get the kid back?”

“You’re the alpha, brother,” he says with that same teasing smirk. “You command, I shall obey.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I snap at him. “You’re not funny.”

“I’m hilarious and you know it.”

I sigh again, leaning back in my chair. “Run me through what happened again?”

“Four teenage wolves, two male, two female. Stole someone’s stash of moonshine and got drunk. Decided it would be fun to stir up some trouble in town and got their picture taken and put online. One got a little too drunk and passed out behind a restaurant. The other three saw authorities pick him up, put a collar on him, and load him full of tranquilizers before putting him in the truck.”

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