Bound by Blood: Last Ruby Wolf and Her Fated Mate

as I slid off my cherry-red Ducati. After hanging my helmet on the han

ut, even under the full moon, so I shifted into my wolf form. It was second

mom snapped. "The trials start next wee

I cut her off, smoothing th

w it was somewhere in Maine. Thick forests

the bar down the street had the best food, so I

ed ruby wolf. Being one of the rare, natural Alphas wasn't exactly a blessing. There

ey were deadly. Most who tried didn't survive. My frie

ice was tired, and I felt it too. We had all be

neral? I could head to South America, find a rickety zi

owled.

on I knew, and though we clashed when I was a teenager

d. Love you." I hung up just as the bartender came over. He was around my age-rugged, with

ing them on the counter. The bartender took a quick look at my pink hair, then my ches

walked off. I leaned back to su

day. The bar was clearly the town's go-to hangout. It was

up. Dad. I

d was always protective, and I could tell from his ton

" he asked, his

uestion, intentionally avoi

ready,"

ke that answer. He'd understand, though. I was m

he said, hi

is my choice, and I expe

ried abo

dropping my phone on the counter and sipping my whiskey. I hated making them w

ut I didn't mind. I leaned into it, dressing in clothes that highlighted my tattoos and showed

o my motel room to avoid its musty smell. But then the bartend

ck away, heading

her about my disappearance. She was the

counter, weighing my option

twenty-two years without meeting anyone who was a real

six and a half feet, with shoulders like a linebacker and arms covered in tattoos. His presence was

closer for another whiff. But there was too much going on for me to indulge in that

nacho bowl, chili fries, and a beer. As he paid, I caught a glimpse of his ID-Me

yes locked on the bartender as if d