Chapter 171 r 171 Chapter 171 The next day, the stranger showed up again, the same time as the last two days–five fifteen in the afternoon. Jules wondered if he worked somewhere nearby before she remembered he’d said he was only here visiting. But why would he be driving by

Chapter 170 Chapter 170 “Nice weather today,“he said as Jules scanned the water. She glanced out the big window next to the counter. It had been drizzling rain all day, and while it had let up a little, it was still windy, gray, and wet outside. She glanced back at

Chapter 169 Chapter 169 Ten years of marriage to Eric had conditioned Jules to be afraid of anything she wanted. Everything. Rich desserts. Pretty clothes. Fun books. Sex. Even simple things like emotional comfort. Hugs. Smiles. Eric had been big on self–control as a virtue. To him, food was fuel,

Chapter 168 The Cry Lake pack’s territory encompassed a huge swath of northern Wisconsin, northeastern Minnesota, all of Michigan’s upper peninsula, and a bit of the lower peninsula. But most of the pack lived in Wisconsin in the town of Cry Lake–hundreds of acres owned in trust by the pack,

Chapter 167 Chapter 167 It was her. The woman whose scent had been driving Max crazy for weeks. The day after he’d arrived in the Cry Lake packlands, he’d gone on a run with the pack and caught the faintest trace of her on one of the walking trails in

Chapter 166 “ Well, is it still Wolfe? ” Alicia cut in quickly. In a low voice, she told Jake, “She just got divorced p> “No, it’s still Wolfe. I never took my ex–husband’s name.“Before getting married, she’d told Eric that she didn’t see why she had to change her

Chapter 165 Jules had dropped out of college to get married and follow her then–husband to the west coast, where she’d spent the ensuing decade trying to be the perfect housewife. So, she had no degree and no work experience, which had made finding work post–divorce impossible. When she was

Chapter 164 Chapter 164 Jules was on her knees in the back corner of the store, restocking cans of baked beans when the bell over the door jingled. Stifling a sigh, she got up, wiped her dusty hands on her jeans, and made her way to the front counter. Over

Chapter 163 820 Chapter 163 Back at their home, Amos carried Phillipe up to the second story and laid his filthy, emaciated body on the bed in one of the guest bedrooms. He double–checked the light–proof shutters, making sure they were tightly sealed. Satisfied, he shut the bedroom door, then

Chapter 162 hapter 162 Amos turned his attention to the man. “I’ll need a demonstration of good faith. Join your fellows p> Clearly anguished, the man shifted back into his wolf form and backed away, head low, hackles raised. At last, Amos turned his attention to the copper she wolf