The Hunt: The Lost Pack, #2

By Dawn Michelle

The Hunt is part 2 of The Lost Pack paranormal serial romance The Lost Pack by NY Times bestselling author, Dawn Michelle.

 

Evan's been accused of a crime he didn't commit. Or at least, he doesn’t think he committed it. The night he remembers is a lot different than the night his girlfriend's father is blaming him for. It was dark in the woods and there were bloodthirsty wolves chasing them. He can't be sure of anything.

Unless he goes back and tries to make sense of it. Once he knows for sure what happened he can face his problems head on and try to win back the girl he loves – as long as she still loves him.

 

Look for these other parts of The Lost Pack:

Part One: Fallen Alpha

Part Two: The Hunt

Part Three: The Chase (coming soon)

Parts Four and beyond: coming soon

• Language: English
• Publisher: Novel Concept Publishing LLC
• Release date: Apr 22, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513086477

Dawn Michelle

Dawn Michelle is a NY Times and USA Today bestselling paranormal romance author that started out as a girl next door turned mother of two and household champion. After years of watching her husband write novel after novel and not trying to write the stories she was interested in she decided it was time she showed him how it was done.

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The Fallen Pack

Part 2: The Hunt

by Dawn Michelle

Published by Novel Concept Publishing LLC

©2015

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Look for these other parts of the Fallen Pack serial:

Part 1: Fallen Alpha

Part 2: The Hunt

Part 3: The Chase

Part Two

Evan stopped the truck and stared into the dark forest. This looked like the spot where he'd hit the wolf. It was hard to tell, the moon had moved and the shadows were different. Nothing looked the same, but the weeds were pushed down as though they'd been trampled.

He left the truck running and opened up his door. He needed some proof. Something to show that the wolf was real. Something that would make it clear he hadn't hurt his girlfriend. It seemed pretty obvious to him, why would he bite her? Even if he did, his teeth couldn't do what the wolf's teeth did. Of course that wasn't what CJ's dad was so upset about. Mr. Wixon thought that Evan had raped her.

That was crazy too. It wasn't rape, it was their first time together. First time with anyone, for that matter. She'd been on top for crying out loud! How could he rape her when she was on top of him? How the doctors could connect the wolf bite to a rape was way beyond him.

Evan shook his head and climbed out. He walked around the front of his dad's truck and stared off the side of the road. It looked like the right spot. He even saw where the wolf had been lying when CJ went over and checked him out. The weeds were still lying down and—

Evan spun around. He'd been standing in the road while she was down in the ditch. He'd seen something though, something on the other side of the road. Eyes shining in the darkness. The eyes of another wolf, he was sure of it now. They'd come after them, even though he'd beat one off with a stick. But how many were there? Three? Four? More?

No gleaming eyes stared out of the darkness at him this time. He turned, searching the trees and weeds along the edge of the