Thrown to the Wolves

By Naomi Clark

Paige went to Romania looking for inspiration for a book. She found herself caught in a horror story. Attacked and left for dead by a vampire, Paige finds herself at the mercy of Kata, a beautiful, enigmatic werewolf. Their attraction is instant, but Paige's fate hangs in the balance. She may yet be turned into a vampire herself. Soon it's clear to Paige that the only way to save herself may be to return to the woman who attacked her...even if it means placing both herself and Kata in the greatest danger.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Dec 18, 2016
• ISBN: 9781773391151

Naomi Clark

Naomi Clark is a nineteen-year-old writer, actress, blogger, singer, and vlogger. Naomi has been writing since she was eight years old, and this is her first published work. She lives in New York City with her mother, father, and her dog named Hope. In her spare time, she likes to crochet, walk her dog, bake, and cook for her family. She is also very active in her church and loves to work with kids. Her vlogging channel is coming to Youtube in Spring 2017. You can follow her on Instagram @glittergirl40 and on Facebook @NaomiClark.

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Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords

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Copyright© 2016 Naomi Clark

ISBN: 978-1-77339-115-1

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Katelyn Uplinger

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To Matt. Thanks for looking after the snake.

THROWN TO THE WOLVES

Romance on the Go ®

Naomi Clark

Copyright © 2016

Chapter One

The woods are lovely, dark and deep…

The words bounced round Paige’s skull as she huddled at the foot of the great, sprawling tree. The roots were thick and twisted, slimy with damp moss and crawling with insects that itched at her cold skin. The leafy branches overhead might have felt sheltering, embracing even, by daylight. But it was midnight, deepest, darkest midnight, and the full moon cast ominous shadows through the trees and the canopy felt sinister instead, hiding unknown terrors.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep…

She was breathless, her lungs burning. She’d stumbled wildly through the woods, desperately hoping to find a road, and instead just losing herself in the shadowed maze of trees until finally she’d tripped over a hidden root and sent herself crashing to the earth. Now she cowered, cradling her injured wrist, feeling the slow, wet trickle of blood down her throat. Out of energy. Out of hope. Full of terror.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep…

The poem wouldn’t go away, but those words, circling endlessly, at least blocked out some of the horror. It was like a charm, a cantrip to ward off reality. Cold, bloody reality, where spiders skittered through her tangled hair and the smell of her own blood filled her nose. Dirt under her fingernails, throbbing pain in her wrist, and stinging tears in her eyes. Reality that whispered she was going to die out here, lost in the Hoia Forest, thousands of miles from home and living a nightmare.

Paige clawed at her hair with her good hand, frantic and powerless. She needed to move…but in which direction? Everywhere she looked there was just more darkness, more trees. The lights of the cottage she’d fled were long since vanished, and she would never go back there anyway, back into the arms of that monster. Jesus fucking Christ, she could never go back there. She’d rather die. She’d rather freeze out here.

She probably would anyway.

The woods are lovely…

An owl shrieked nearby and Paige shrieked in answer, heart firing, muscles trembling. Everything was a threat now. You couldn’t trust the world. She’d seen beneath the surface tonight, seen beyond the veil of the everyday, the mundane, and she knew it was all lies. It sounded like an owl. And that woman had looked like a woman … but she hadn’t been. So how could Paige trust the owl?

She needed to move. Needed to run. Maybe a direction didn’t matter. She couldn’t get any more lost, after all.

She lurched to her feet, grateful she’d only hurt her wrist in the fall, not her ankles. She inhaled deeply, trying to calm herself and ease the burning in her chest. She thought of all the awful horror movies she’d watched with her brother when they were teenagers. They’d sneak downstairs after their parents had gone to bed and mock the heroines who got in the wrong car, kissed the wrong guy, and took the wrong path. She’d never be that stupid, she’d tell Ben. After all, she had the advantage of having watched all those movies. She’d know the signs and stay the hell out of trouble.

She laughed hysterically as she started walking. She wanted to run, desperately wanted to run, but she