WOLF TAMER (Claiming My Pack Series Book 1) Read online

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  Contents

  Acknowledgement

  WOLF TAMER BLURB

  Prologue

  1. Lost And Found

  2. Finding A Home

  3. Ian Chestwood And Wolfie

  4. Sacred Moon Shelter For Endangered Wolves

  5. Adopted And Celebration

  6. Wolf Tamer And Boyfriend

  7. First Night Alone

  8. Heated Passion Between Lovers

  9. Officially Mine

  10. Growing With Wolves

  11. Bad People And Together

  12. Race And Protection Control

  13. Questions And Pack Defense

  14. Girlfriend And Mate

  15. Selfish And World Spinning Trauma

  16. Threatened And Our Property

  17. Confronting The Past, Revealing The Present

  18. Our Girl And Claiming My Pack

  COMING SOON- WOLF SEEKER

  WISH FOR ME - SNEAK PEEK

  WISH FOR ME BLURB

  WISH FOR ME - PROLOGUE

  ABOUT YUMOYORI WILSON

  Also By Yumoyori Wilson

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  Thank you for purchasing WOLF TAMER.

  Thank you to all my amazing supporters for being awesome and encouraging me to write every day.

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  Special thanks to my Ninja Wifey who always keeps me motivated no matter what I’m going through. Your friendship means the world to me and I’m thankful to have you in my life.

  Special thanks to my inner circle and true friends who are always there to push/motivate me to be better. You know who you are, and I couldn’t be more grateful for your continuous love and support
  Special thanks to my amazing Alpha Team. You continue to work marvellously together, and I couldn’t be more grateful to have you on my publishing team.

  Special thanks to my amazing Mom for blessing me with the gift to write and supporting me in all aspects. I pray to continue making you proud as I strive towards success.

  Finally, I thank God for giving me the strength to achieve my goals. Without Him, I would be nothing.

  BLURB

  An Orphan Girl. A Group of Wolves. A Destined Fate for War.

  Don't you ever wish to find where you belong? A place where you can rest your head without worrying about being jumped or your possessions being taken from you? Not like I had much, to say the least.

  A pendant, an ancient blade, and a picture of my murdered family were all I had left when I was five years old. Foster homes to homeless shelters, I never found a place of refuge. I simply didn't belong, and everyone made it their duty to remind me of my predicament. Until I finally came across a place that felt like home.

  Sacred Moon Shelter for Endangered Wolves. I'd stumbled upon the sanctuary when I was near death, but I was miraculously saved.

  Since then, I've become a Wolf Tamer; the only one who can get close to touching the six rare breeds. When I'm with them, I feel safe and sometimes wish I could be like one of them and escape this cruel world.

  But such inhumanity strikes home, a group of hunters shows up, ready to take my wolves to an unknown place or murder them in cold blood. I won't allow them to kill the only true family I'd ever known.

  My name is Harper Blake, and I vow to claim and protect my own.

  Faster. Faster. FASTER!

  My legs felt like they were on fire as I ran as hard as I could. My heart hammered against my chest while my lungs struggled to keep up with my desperate need for oxygen. I couldn't stop; I wouldn't stop.

  Stopping meant I'd be dead.

  The last of my family's name would be removed from the earth thanks to the two men who were chasing after me. The men who murdered my family in cold blood.

  I didn't know what they wanted, my five-year-old self was still trying to process watching the men kill my family one by one. I was stupid. Should have stayed quiet, but the little whimper that escaped me when they killed my mother gave me away.

  Now I was running, clinging to the ancient blade my parents told me to protect, with the pendant Mommy told me to always wear, and the only picture I could grab before I jumped out the window and ran into the forest.

  Running had always been my favorite activity, but in this case, if I didn't run any faster, I wouldn't get to enjoy it anymore.

  A loud sound burst through the air, making me shriek and run harder than I thought possible.

  I can't die. Mom said I have to protect our legacy. What is the legacy?! Why are these men here? Where are you, Mommy? I need help. I can't run for much longer. I can't-

  A second loud sound rang through the air, but this time I screamed, feeling something run right through me. I could feel the air I tried to keep inside me begin to leak out as something warm drenched my white dress.

  If I thought running was hard, whatever just happened to me made the world spin, and my pace lessen.

  No. Must keep going!

  I pushed myself to my limit, running until I realized I was too close to a cliff. I skid to a stop, but another loud sound rang out and my body jerked forward as I gasped, another item running through me and leaving a hole in its wake.

  My body fell over the edge, and I couldn't protect myself from the fall, crashing into the ground and hearing things crack that I knew shouldn't have.

  Pain. Lots and lots of it. This wasn't like when I fell down and scraped my knee, or when I'd gotten sick and even sneezing hurt. The pain was crippling and the warm liquid that pooled beneath left me feeling weaker and colder.

  Why is the warm liquid leaving my body? What is it? I'm cold. Why is it leaving when I need to stay warm? Mommy, everything hurts. Help me.

  I heard footsteps from above, and I shut my eyes tightly, staying as motionless as possible. If I remained still, they wouldn't see me. I'd be invisible just like Daddy said. I wouldn't make a sound again. I'd stay and wait until I was alone.

  "She fell over the cliff," a man with a rough voice declared. There was another set of footsteps and a loud sigh.

  "You weren't supposed to shoot her, idiot!" the authoritative voice shouted.

  "She was going to get away!"

  "She's dead now! Defeats the fucking purpose."

  "Let's get out of here. These parts are dangerous at night with those damn wolves."

  "Shouldn't we finish the job?"

  "She'll die. There's no one here for miles. She'll get mauled by the wolves, and if they find her body they'll assume she was attacked by an animal. We'll tell boss she killed herself or something. No one will know," the authoritative vo
ice suggested.

  "Fine. Done chasing her anyways. We could have just shifted and got this over with quick. Too bad. She's a fast runner."

  "Hmph. She's dangerous. Look how hard it was to kill the boy. If she lived, we'd be screwed. Let's go. We don't want to leave any evidence behind."

  Their footsteps faded, but I didn't move. To be honest, I didn't think I could move. Minutes passed, and I remained in place, terrified to open my eyes and see the men who wanted to kill me.

  Mommy. Daddy. Brother. Why aren't you here? I'm in pain. It hurts.

  With a bit of courage, I opened my eyes and looked around. The men were gone. I decided to turn onto my stomach, but a slight movement made the pain worse.

  I need help. I have to find someone to help me and my family. Someone...

  With gritted teeth and muffled screams, I turned over and rested on my stomach. It was then my eyes landed on the pool of dark liquid; the metallic scent tickled my nose and made me scrunch my face in fear and disgust.

  Blood...my blood...

  The realization sent panic through me, and I figured if I didn't get help soon, I wouldn't be able to get help for my family. I used all my upper body strength to drag my lower half that felt numb.

  Faster, faster. Pull and drag. Pull and drag.

  Thinking the motion out helped me drag further and further, my body growing numb with each movement to the point I couldn't feel the twigs and moist ground of the forest.

  My vision blurred, thanks to my tears and exhaustion, but my burning desire to live was stronger and I kept going.

  Forward. Forward. That's all I need to do. Just keep going. I'll find someone. I have to.

  I didn't know how long or far I dragged my body through the thick forest, but it was becoming hard to breathe, the air leaving my body from the two holes.

  My body felt heavy, making it difficult for me to drag myself anymore. I tried and tried, but it was like I'd stopped working. My limbs had no feeling at all, but my mind buzzed as I began to choke.

  I coughed hard, the action prompting blood to escape my mouth and onto the ground. I stared at it, and a prickling wave of fear ran through me as I realized...

  I'm dying.

  I blinked a few times, thinking I must have been dreaming or stuck in a nightmare, but as I laid there in the cool night surrounded by trees and wilderness, I knew it wasn't.

  This is real. I'm dying. I can't save my family. I can't help them...

  I clamped my teeth together to roll onto my back, realizing it might have been a bad move as blood began to fill my mouth. I turned my head to the side, letting it drain out as tears streamed down my cheeks.

  Why did they kill them? What did we do? We were good people. Mommy saved animals. Daddy was a leader. Brother wanted to do what Mommy did. He wanted to lead and save animals who were being hunted. Was being good bad? Did we do something bad?

  I lifted my head to stare at the stars, my gaze landing on the large full moon that looked so pure and beautiful. Even with my blurry vision, I could still see it.

  I heard a loud, long sound, and I would have probably flinched if I could have. It sounded like an animal, a dog or even a wolf?

  The thought alone made more tears run down my cheeks, understanding my current predicament would either be me dying from all the blood I'd lost, or a wolf eating me for dinner.

  Dinner.

  We had our last meal together. My family and I all laughing and smiling. I told them about my dream to help animals. I wanted to heal them like Mommy and be a leader to protect them like Daddy. Brother said he'd teach me too. We were going to do it together. How did it come down to this?

  I waited for my death, turning my head to spit out more blood. I got so tired of the frequent head turns, that after my fifth time I decided it would be my last.

  I missed my family. I wanted to go home and be tucked into my bed and be read stories by Mommy and Brother. I wanted to get good night kisses from Daddy and hugs from each of them. I just wanted to do good and be happy.

  My lip trembled from the cold, and my eyes began to feel heavy. I fought to keep them open as I heard a low growl.

  The rustling sounds of bushes and the breaking of branches made me realize something or someone was here, but it was too late.

  Death was where I was headed, and a little part of me hoped my family was dead so I could meet them.

  They were dead. I had to just accept it. They were murdered and there was no way I'd be able to get payback.

  I moved my hand to the tiny pouch that had been strapped around me, using the bit of strength I had to pull out the dagger I had been entrusted to protect. Either I'd protect myself or finish the job. Those were the only two options I had.

  I heard another growl, this one loud, and more tears ran down my cheeks as I prepared for death. Something licked my forehead, the action gentle rather than painful.

  My eyes opened slowly, the blurry image clearing for just a moment to see a pair of bright silver eyes that glowed.

  A wolf...

  I didn't know if it was its eyes or the way the moonlight shone down on us, but it looked sad for me.

  Sad that I was going to die.

  With a deep breath and a hint of rejuvenated energy, I raised my hand. Just a touch.

  Feeling the soft fur of the wolf made me smile, a final tear running down my cheek as I whispered. "Soft."

  I stroked the dark brown and white fur, wishing I could have lived longer to see its full beauty, but as my eyes began to close, my hand went limp, falling back to my side.

  Life wasn't fair. The bad people always got their way. I just wanted to save the animals. I wish...I could stay.

  Bye Wolfie…

  ~I.C~

  "We're not keeping her."

  "She's not a pet, Rogan! Where the hell is she going to go?"

  "Dolly. You don't know what the fuck she is."

  "Don't Dolly me! You, as well as Sam and I, know what she is! She won't last in foster care, and if anyone who is like us senses what she is, it's game over! We might as well have left her in the woods to die."

  "You should have."

  "Rogan! Enough!"

  I flinched at the loud, gruff voice of Uncle Sam. I knew that when he raised his voice, it meant he had enough of the conversation. My gaze maneuvered to a red-faced Dolly whose body shook.

  Dolly never played around with children. She said she always wanted a kid, but it just never happened. She was like a mom to me, and I was the closest to her compared to the others.

  I glanced over at Rogan. He was the asshole of the family. I knew Dolly said I wasn't allowed to call him that in public, but he was a jerk, even to me. I was angry like Dolly and Sam. I didn't want them to get rid of the girl.

  Even if I didn't know who she was or what she'd been running from, I didn't want to leave her. Neither did my wolf. We liked her. Something about her called to me right away.

  I wasn't supposed to be running in the forest, but I needed some space. Normally, I snuck out because it was fun, and I didn't get caught most of the time. Today was different.

  The sound of something popping freaked me out, but instead of running back home, I went in the direction of the sound. My wolf wouldn't let me do anything else.

  It was against our rules. Dolly always said if I heard something like a pop sound it was a gun and it meant Hunters were nearby.

  Sam said the others and I were different rare wolf races, and Hunters would do anything to catch us. That's why we weren't supposed to run outside the guarded walls at night by ourselves, but I didn't like rules.

  They were meant to be broken.

  I didn't see any hunters, but I never expected to find a girl. A beautiful girl with really pretty eyes. They reminded me of the sky or the crystal clear waters up in the mountains. As pretty as she was, she was hurt. Really bad.

  The scent of her blood was what made me run faster and led the way to her limp body. She was barely awake, clinging to some type of bla
de and what we later discovered was a picture of her and her family.

  I'd never reveal that I was breaking the rules, but I feared she'd die. Those teal like eyes were weak and struggled to stay open, but my presence seemed to give her a brief moment of energy.

  She could have tried to run or reserve that boost of energy to keep herself alive. Yet, she reached out to pet me. Her little hand was cold and trembling, but she stroked my fur with the cutest smile on her lips.

  She said my fur was soft. Her eyes looked at me with affection and love. A girl who'd just met me, a wolf that could have been a predator to come and kill her as a late-night dinner, looked at me with so much compassion it made me want to do anything to save her.