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By Rachel E. Rice

Tracker
When the handsome, powerful, and arrogant young werewolf shifter, Tracker Samsa, is forced into an arranged marriage, he rejects the idea of anyone controlling his life. He’s not interested in marrying, especially not to a werefemale.
Will the werefemale win Tracker’s heart even when she knows he only craves humans?
The lessons Tracker learns when he enters the world of men will stay with him always.
Thorn
Thorn Samsa, the second son of the powerful Alpha werewolf shifter, Lycell, helps rescue the human female Zoey from a bad relationship. The day he sets eyes on her he wants nothing more in life than to have her as his mate. Not because the moon is full and his lust is insatiable, or because he thinks he can take her from his brother Tracker, but because he knows she’s his true love and mate.
“But in the world of men,” his father Lycell warned, “Bad things can happen to good werewolves when you lust after human females.”
Damon
Damon Samsa the third werewolf son of Lycell made up his mind. He would challenge his brother Tracker for the werefemale Saadia. All Tracker wanted from Saadia was one thing and he got it. All Damon wanted from Saadia was to have her love him, but he didn’t get his wish and he knew who to blame. Will Damon find the love he’s looking for?
Saadia wanted Tracker so she used her unusual powers to shift into a beautiful human to entice Tracker to mate with her, but after Tracker claims Saadia during the full moon, will he decide to stay with her or move on?
It’s the harsh reality of the Samsa pack falling apart that has all the Samsa werewolves on edge and at each other’s throats.
Will the discovery of a loss Samsa werewolf yearling bring the pack together or split it beyond repair?
Who is the father of the Alpha werewolf yearling?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rachel E. Rice
• Release date: Feb 2, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370277650

Rachel E. Rice

My name is Rachel E. Rice. I have been writing since I was a teen. I enjoy reading and writing romance fiction.You can contact me at: [e-mail]; I have written several novels and short stories. My short reads are: The Captain and the Virgin; The Captain's Lady and the Pirate; The Captain's Revenge: a Triangle of Love and Sex; and two novellas: Book 1 Seduced by an Earl and Book 2: The Naked Countess. A historical novella set in 1960: Tamika Jade: The case of the Girl with the Rose Tattoo.My contemporary novels are: The Obsession series, which begins with Book 1: Warm Bodies, Cold Hearts; Book 2 in the series is Naked Obsession. Book 3 : Burning Obsession.These following books are erotic romances. Book 1: The Incredible Mr. Black. Book 2: Temptation in Black, and Book 3: Submission To Black. All books are available and books 4 Black Tie Affair and 5 Mourning Becomes Black was published in 2016. Coming soon Book 6, Fade To Black will be available in Jan. 2017.Because I enjoy writing in different genres, my New Adult novel: Finding Summer, is available for purchase as well as another stand-alone edition: One Desire.My Werewolf Series Book 1: Insatiable: The Lone Werewolf finds a Mate, and Book 2: Insatiable: A Werewolf's Hunger is available where all e-books are sold. Book 3 of the Insatiable Series is available as well as seven more books in this series.When I'm not writing, I am watching movies and riding throughout the U.S meeting people.I have a degree in education and I reside in Texas.

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Enter The World of The Samsa Werewolves

Coming Soon

Tracker

Insatiable Series Book 8

By Rachel E Rice

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Chapter 1

When Tracker thought he heard the call of a wolf in a distance he sat up in bed and listened. It was a piercing howl, a maddening howl, and a painful mournful howl as if it was coming from his room and it sound like him. A whining whimpering moan of an animal who had lost a mate or been caught in a trap. Maybe he was just imagining it because how could there be a wolf so close to the middle of San Francisco.

A place with concrete, skyscrapers, cable cars, and humans. 

He had returned to San Francisco with Hunter and Haley with thoughts of getting back to work at Hunter’s company. And it hit him. Hunter is no longer a bachelor and what the hell was he doing there anyway. He snapped to his feet and began packing his leather jeans.

What are you doing, Tracker? Hunter said watching at him from the doorway as Tracker gathered up his leather knapsack holding one change of Levis, an extra tee shirt, and his leather jacket. He rolled them tight and placed them in the sack, slung it across his massive shoulder, picked up his helmet from a chair, and held it loosely in his hand.

Tracker stood six three in his motorcycle boots. His thighs budging through the tight leather pants. There was a definition of taut muscles stretching to get free of his jeans, shirt, and jacket.

I’m going home. Now that you have Haley back and you’re a family man now, there’s no room for me. But Hunter didn’t want to take that for an answer. He knew it was more than that. He knew Tracker was in love with Haley too. How could he not. She was beautiful and she was a human and he had met her and fallen in love with her not knowing that she was Hunter’s true mate.

Tracker couldn’t meet Hunter’s eyes when he tried to explain why he didn’t want to stay with him any longer. Hunter sensed Tracker’s feeling for Haley and he could smell the arousal on him when she was around. It was a scent to mate. But not just with anyone, but with her. 

When Tracker first met Haley at a frat party he had been invited to, there she sat, the girl of his dreams. Pretty and innocent. Sitting in a corner with all the guys wanting her and her waving them off and not wanting to be bothered. That was his type of girl. Tracker wanted a girl that no man could get to and she seemed to be the one until he discovered she was his brother’s girl. She belonged to Hunter.

Tell Haley I’m going back to the ranch. I know she thinks I’m staying, but you know how it is. I have to find my own way and I have to mate.

Why don’t you tell her yourself? You know she doesn’t want you to go. And I want you to stay too. You have your own entrance. You never have to see us. He knew, but she would be there and he desired her. He had to find someone to take the thought of her out of his head. 

Tracker wasn’t interested in mating after he discovered Haley was unavailable to him. It was what he told his family because that was what they wanted to hear. But all he wanted to do was find a human female and take her in as many ways as possible and move on. He vowed that until he found the one woman for him, mating wouldn’t be his life. Fucking would be. Not the life of his father, or his uncles, or brothers.

There was something calling him and he had to answer the call. Like the sound of the wolf he heard earlier.

It had to be that wild wolf nature he heard his father Lycell talk about. But Lycell speaks little of it now that he has Adrienne, and she gave him six dominant sons who one day will be head of their own packs.

I have to go home first and see our mother. Then I’m leaving. What are you going to do Hunter now that you are a proud father of four pups and you managed to capture a human female, too?

Hunter smiled because he was indeed proud of himself for waking up and realizing that he loved Haley more than he could comprehend. And that Katie had long moved on, and he had left her in his heart when he met Haley. It took him time to see the young woman in Haley. Before he thought of her as a child. Yet he wasn’t that much older than she, but he had lived a far faster life, and he had grown up in the wilds of Alaska. 

I’ll probably move back to Samsaville and build a home on our land. Not too far from the Samsa ranch. Haley wants this and since I have my pups, then I have to make sure they are safe and happy. He glanced at Tracker. The town is expanding, why don’t you stay? Thorn and Damon are there to keep you company, Hunter’s words dying on Tracker.

I can’t. He stares at Hunter. Something is calling me, and I don’t know what it is. I have to find out what I want in life and who I am.

You’re a Samsa werewolf. Rich beyond your wildest dreams. Why do you need more? Tracker walks to the door and turns and stops. His eyes wandering around the room as if it’s his last time sleeping in a bed.

I don’t know, Hunter. Maybe it’s my spirit. Maybe I’m just like my father. I have to test boundaries. I have to compete. I have to kill or be killed, he said looking over his shoulder at Hunter. You know how that is. Kiss Haley and the pups for me. Tell her that I love her. When Tracker said that his voice broke. Hunter knew Tracker’s affection for Haley, but he didn’t know until that moment that Tracker was indeed in love with her, and it broke his heart to leave. Hunter wanted to say he would share Haley with him if he would stay, but Hunter doesn’t share, and he stopped short of saying anymore because he knew Tracker was the same as he. Tracker wanted only what belonged to him.

I’ll tell her, Hunter said.

With the door open and Tracker waiting to leave as Hunter looked at him and gave out a small smile, Tracker took a step back turned and hugged him. Oh, tell Haley I’m making my car a present to her. I’m taking the motorcycle.

Not my baby.

No. Don’t worry, Tracker said with a laugh.

I’m not worried. I would have to come looking for you and it wouldn’t be pretty. Hunter shot him a half smile.

You mean you would let something like a motorcycle come between brothers? Tracker said. Hunter smiled and slanted his head.

Well. Yes. Hunter broke into a wide smile. It’s not just any motorcycle. I wish you would get your own. I had planned on giving that to one of my boys.

Maybe that could be arranged. I had planned on buying me another. It’s not American. I’m all about American and what could be more American than a Harley, Tracker said as he hit Hunter on the shoulder, paused a moment, and then closed the door behind him.

Tracker headed for the elevators and it zoomed down to the garage. He found his bike waiting, he climbed on it and headed it north, and then east. As he rode east he thought of the woman whose husband had shot him. He smiled. Chalk that up to experience. Never fuck a woman that has a dangerous boyfriend or husband. But he was dangerous too. The only thing he didn’t fight his battles with guns. He used his brute strength.

Strength of his kind against a gun, Tracker was no match.

Not realizing he hadn’t eaten lately, he spotted a diner in a small valley town. There was no way he would hunt, and he remembered he had become fond of beef the way Haley cooked it. So he drove down into the valley and up to the door of the diner, parked his bike, and climbed off of it.

When he strutted through the door, he looked around and all that was in the diner was an elderly couple. They barely looked up from their meal and glasses of ice tea. Tracker sat at the bar, looked around and a young blond with short hair came from the back and slapped a menu down in front of him.

She wore a pink and white waitress uniform with a white apron. You couldn’t tell it was white because of the stains of ketchup covering it, and but for the white lace tied around her waist holding it up. She leaned over meeting his eyes. In a large mirror hanging over the opening where she placed her orders, Tracker glanced up, and instead of looking her in the face, he concentrated on her short uniform, which showed her firm smooth legs. His cock throbbed from need on taking all of her in.

He forgot why he was there and then it came back to him. Food. 

What are you doing here? Tracker raised his head from the menu because he recognized the voice. It was the woman he had picked up from the bar. Her eyes were bluer than he remembered, and she was a true blond. He saw that when she bent over. She hadn’t shaved lately.

Her hair was cut short like a boy. When he last saw her she had a full head of flowing blond curls which fell to the middle of her back. 

Her body a little smaller than he remembered, but her breasts were all that he couldn’t forget. He remembered taking them in his mouth and sucking her nipples until they turned red and still she begged for more. He remembered how his cocked filled her up and still she begged for more. He remembered her tightness and how he plunged his hard strong cock into her until she begged for him to stop, and still he wouldn’t and she loved every minute of it.

It all ended when he knew he had to get some rest and she had to go home that night.

I thought you were dead, she said her eyes narrowing. Are you all right? Beau shot you twice.

Three times, Tracker said with a smirk. Don’t I look alright? It will take more than a bullet to kill me.

You can’t stay here. My husband is coming to pick me up any minute now. If he sees me, he will beat me again. And who knows what he would do you. He’s the one that cut my hair. Tracker’s forehead furrowed into three rows. He had never heard of anyone beating a helpless female. And there was no way in hell he would give him a chance to shoot him again.

A hunter’s creed and werewolf’s are the same. Never kill a pregnant female and never cause injury to a female or her young.

Not with me around. He will never hurt you again.

But you won’t be around. Tracker picked up a knife and fork wrapped up in a white paper napkin watched at it and put it down. I’m hungry and I’m not letting a man frighten me or hurt you, Tracker said looking into her eyes. Did I tell you how blue your eyes are?"

Yes, all that night. Now go. Her voice showing urgency and fear. She placed her hand on his arms. I don’t want anything to happen to you. I’m used to him. I know he will calm down in a few weeks and he will tell me he’s sorry.

You should never have to settle for that. He sat back on the stool and looked at the woman. You’re beautiful. If you were mine, I would never treat you like that.

Please leave me. I wish I was yours, but I’m not. I’m a married woman.

Tracker ignored her warnings. I’ll have the largest steak on the menu. And tell the cook to drop it on the grill and pick it up. I want all the blood running through it. She stood looking at him as if he was crazy and then she shook her head. She left and told the cook in Spanish. He looked through the small opening at Tracker. His eyes opened wide as if he knew he was in the presence of a werewolf. Tracker stared back at the cook for a long time before he decided to cook the steak as Tracker asked.

The girl brought the bloody steak to Tracker and she stood gaping at him as he devoured the large T-bone. He ordered a beer, sat back and drank it.

Now will you leave?

I’m not going without you, he said placing his hand on hers. She pulled away and looked around.

I can’t go with you.

Why not? Tracker said leaning and kissing her on the lips. The blood coursed through him and his hard flesh pulsed and his spine tingled. Never had he felt like that before. True he hadn’t felt like that with too many woman. Only one to be exact, until he came across this one.

He stood. I’m passing this way on my way to Arizona. Be ready. It wasn’t a request. It was a demand. Tracker saw what he wanted, and it was her, and he would take her with him.

What’s your name, she asked him as he headed for the door.

Tracker, he said turning around to her. And what’s yours?

Zoey.

When he met her in the club, he didn’t bother to ask her name. He wanted one thing from her and it wasn’t to get to know her as a person. He wasn’t interested in taking her to dinner and falling in love with her over candle light.

Tracker left Zoey watching at him as he strolled through the door of the café and to his bike. He saw a beat up black Ford truck pulling up with a trailer hitched behind it, and on it was a motorcycle. As Tracker climbed on his motorcycle and started it up, he cruised passed the Ford, and got a good look at the guy behind the wheel. Tracker’s eyes gave out a threatening menacing burn.

It was Zoey’s husband turning and peering at Tracker, and Tracker staring him down. He was the one who pulled the trigger when he saw Zoey on her knees sucking Tracker’s dick.

It wasn’t that Tracker didn’t understand the man’s outrage. He would have been angry too if he caught the woman he loved sucking on a dick twice the size of his. But he wouldn’t have settled it by shooting him or killing him. He would have let her go.

Tracker looked back as the guy stumbled out of the truck. If he had known what the guy would do to Zoey, he would have turned back and taken her from the man. But he didn’t know and he wouldn’t know until later.

Chapter 2

When Tracker rode up the brick path to the gate of his families sprawling ranch house it was late in the evening. The clouds had disappeared and streaming down on the house a bright full moon. As he got closer to the gate he slowed his motorcycle, reached out and opened the gate with his code, and continued up the brick path to his home. There were dogs lying around howling and barking, ready to guard the front door. Yet no one showed to see what was causing all the commotion.

This appeared strange considering the problems Hunter had with the Lion shifter.

Tracker raised his hand patting the fierce German Shepard on the head. The dog smelled him recognizing his scent. The other dogs moved aside before Tracker placed his key in the door.

The door swung open and he met Thorn standing with his arms crossed.

What are you doing home? Thorn asked. His eyebrow raised. He had a peculiar trait of asking a question with one raised eyebrow.

What’s with all the questions? Tracker said. Hunter asked me why I’m leaving and now you’re asking what I’m doing here. It’s my home. Thorn grabbed Tracker and gave him a light hug. He knew Tracker didn’t like that. If anyone initiated a hug it would come from Tracker. And not often. He only accepted hugs from his mother and reluctantly from his father which Lycell hadn’t given or returned since they were pups.

Tracker pushed Thorn away. Thorn didn’t get upset. He knew how Tracker was. He would have sex with a girl, and when she would approach him the next day, he acted as if they had never been intimate or ever met.

But I thought you were going to live with Hunter and help him with his business? Thorn said. He glanced at Tracker’s face realizing in an instant it had something to do with Haley. Tracker wanted to mate with Haley, and he got out of the apartment before Hunter discovered his secret. Or before Tracker lost control.

Hunter’s coming home soon. I bet you won’t ask him what he’s doing back here. Tracker said dropping his leather jacket in the nearest chair. In any event I won’t be here long.

But you know why our mother asked Hunter to take you to San Francisco. And she thought you were staying. It was her idea you know, Thorn said giving Tracker a generous smile. Tracker slapped him on the back. Then on Thorn’s shoulder. Tracker shot him a small smile and turned right to the entrance to the kitchen.

Yeah, I guess I did. She thought I was a bad influence on you and Damon, he said releasing his grip with a smirk and shaking his head. Thorn followed Tracker into the large kitchen where Tracker opened the fridge, and pulled out a bottle of water. If I remember correctly you and Damon were the masterminds of most of the mayhem which was committed in Samsaville. I just took the blame.

Looking at the large containers of water, Tracker said, I like my water cold now. He put it to his mouth and drank it all and then reached for two more bottles and chugged them down.

You still didn’t say why you came home. If Thorn could be called anything it would be a persistent pest. He never let anything die. When he was a pup and Tracker would push him away when they played, Thorn would come back over and over again nipping and biting at Tracker. Damon would stand on the side lines and watch. 

I came to say goodbye to everyone. Now is that what you want?

Where are you going? Thorn waited for an answer as he slanted his head to one side, then said, I want to go with you. And when I tell Damon he will be game also.

I don’t know. Wherever my bike leads me. I’ve never been to Las Vegas. Arizona, maybe I’ll go there first, then Mexico, and then Texas. He looked up and sighed, Colorado. Sounds like a great place to visit. Who knows maybe see New York then go to the everglades of Florida?" Thorn looked wide eyed at Tracker.

I want to go, Thorn said looking at Tracker for support.

I can’t do that. Mother already thinks I’m responsible for what happened in high school and shipped me away. It was a good thing. I don’t blame her. Father said that I would grow out of my stubborn wandering behavior, but I never did. I guess I’m just like my father.

Well I am too. We are our father’s sons, Thorn said. They both laughed loud. 

Remember when we first entered our senior class, there was this old professor who had been working at the school since father was a pup. He looked up and said, I guess you’re Lycell’s brood. I guess we’re in for it now," Thorn said with a thunderous howl.

It wasn’t the class that was in for it, it was him. We got rid of him and got this hot young teacher, Tracker said.

Yeah the one you fell in love with, and this guard caught her sucking your dick and Damon’s behind the school. Tracker looked up and smiled lowering his head.

No. the reports were wrong. I was fucking her while she sucked Damon’s dick. The guard was angry because she refused to blow him. She said his dick wasn’t big enough. A large smiled crossed Tracker’s face. I wonder what happened to her. She was beautiful. At least the part I saw when her dress was over her head.

I think father had her fired or shipped back to California. Father acted as if he was appalled at your behavior. Said he never heard of anything like this. That’s what he said to mother. She knew better. He was notorious around the area before he met mother.

Yeah. I heard stories about father, too. He just wasn’t the same since he met mother and she made an honest werewolf out of him, Tracker said. That’s why I’m getting the hell out of here before I turn into him. A castrated wolf," Thorn said holding his cock.

Yeah since he became a father he has taken his role too serious for me, Tracker added shaking his head. I hope he didn’t give that teacher a bad recommendation. What was her name? Thorn didn’t know. He shrugged shaking his head. I had forgotten about her. Maybe I’ll look her up, Tracker said thoughtfully.

You must have forgotten about Robert and Mena’s daughter, too. You’re promised the younger one, remember. Thorn cut a smile Tracker’s way and reached for a bottle of water.

And what about you? Tracker asked. All Lycell’s six sons were in the same predicament. They were promised to Robert’s six daughters, and no one wanted to meet their obligation to their pack. And Robert didn’t think to ask his daughters what they wanted before he had agreed. He thought his werefemales were lucky. He had no sons and where were they to find werewolves like themselves because Robert didn’t trust the young humans in Samsaville to keep their secrets. 

Besides, Lycell’s sons were all looking for human females and had forgotten about the werefemales hoping to be married to the most eligible werewolves in the world.

Those girls of Robert’s are too young. No one asked us what we wanted, Thorn said pacing the length of the kitchen.

I solved that, Tracker said with a slight curl of his mouth.

What did you do? Thorn sat across from Tracker his hand under his chin eagerly waiting for an answer.

I got shot by a furious husband who happens to see his wife with my dick in her mouth. Robert had to take care of me. He paused glancing at Thorn. I’m sure when he returned home he called off the wedding.

I wouldn’t be too sure of that. They’re coming over tomorrow morning, Thorn said.

What the fuck? Tracker said standing. I’m leaving now.

No you’re not. Tracker and Thorn turned when they heard the voice of their father. Sit down. His tone forceful.

I thought you were out with Uncle Wilder, Tracker said.

Well as you see, I’m not. I’ve been talking with your mother, Lycell smiled at the thought. You are going to see your mother and explain to her why you don’t want to marry Mena’s daughter, and you’re going to wait until tomorrow to face Robert and Mena. And they’re bringing their young daughter to meet you.

Lycell walked into the kitchen. He stood between Thorn and Tracker. It was uncanny how they all looked alike. Their father Lycell could have been mistaken for a brother of theirs.

All of them possessed that drop dead gorgeous Hollywood look. The only thing separating them from one another, Lycell wore a beard. Winter was coming, not that he needed more hair on his face or body, but Adrienne had coyly mentioned how handsome he looked with it, so he let it grow.

Adrienne had been paying too much attention to Wilder, and Lycell wanted her to spread her affections around more evenly, so to catch her eye, he gave her something different to look at. 

Maybe she doesn’t want a sexually unfaithful arrogant brash full of himself werewolf, Lycell said his eyes meeting Tracker. Tracker didn’t lower his head or eyes and that’s when Lycell realized it was time to let him go.

They stared at each other for a long time. You stay until you’ve spoken to your mother and Saadia. You own up to breaking her heart. You’re matured and you have a responsibility to the pack, but if you don’t want that, then you need to leave. You can never be an alpha with your behavior. I have six sons and my first three leave a lot to be desired. Lycell never took his eyes off Tracker. They locked eyes especially when Lycell expressed his disappointment in him.

But I want to go with Tracker and Damon does too, Thorn said trying to get Lycell’s attention.

One can leave but not three. His tone final and forceful.

You have three more sons, Tracker said not taking his eyes off while being focused on his father. He felt the pain of a son disobeying his father especially in times like these, but he couldn’t honor his father’s wish for the good of the pack. He felt an obligation to himself. To that wolf inside him that drove him to disobey his father. That drove him to find his destiny.

They are off in college. They help the pack by becoming lawyers and businessmen. And what do you three do? You want to fuck around and ride motorcycles and get in trouble like you did in high school. You can’t live a life by getting in trouble all the time, Lycell said.

You can’t live a life by being choked and smothered by ancient rules that haven’t served werewolves well. Where have those rules gotten us? Werewolves are almost extinct, Tracker said as Thorn absorbed the conversation. His eyes traveling between Lycell and Tracker.

Lycell looked around the room, I’m glad I have more sons. He turned and walked away knowing he was just like them at their age. But he couldn’t tell his shifter sons what awaited them in the outside world of men, and as a father telling them would have no effect. They needed to learn those lessons on their own.

Times had changed and the protection of the Samsas only shielded them in the confines of their small town. To leave outside of it meant that they could find themselves in danger of the worst kind.

The world of men wasn’t a pretty world to werewolves. That’s why they were one of the last werewolf packs in the Americas. There may have been more, but Wilder and the rest of the Samsa triplets didn’t know of any. Or at least they were so isolated like the Alaskan werewolves that it didn’t matter anyway. They could never be uncovered by men. Or they had enough money to buy their protection like the Samsas.

When Lycell reached the doorway to the foyer, he saw Adrienne standing in her robe. I wanted to know what was taking Lycell so long, she said. 

Tracker stood looking from his father then to his mother. He walked to his mother and held her close. He towered over her with his tall statue and wide chest. It was something about Tracker that made her feel everything would be good. It may have been his comforting hug he gave her freely.

Lycell glanced at Tracker across Adrienne’s shoulder with a raised eyebrow. One like Thorn. All of Lycell’s sons had that peculiar raised eyebrow whether they were happy, sad, or ready to go to war. It gave them a sinister serious gaze. Perhaps it was just to ward off enemies. But inside beat the heart of fun loving wild group of werewolves, who inherited everything mischievous, naughty, and ill-behaved from their father, and their mother’s intelligence. Lycell knew this and he didn’t worry much.

He only worried about that wild part of him each possessed which could lead to their death. 

He reached for Adrienne’s hand, Come to bed. Tracker isn’t going anywhere tonight. Lycell shot Tracker a cold no nonsense gaze. It said don’t defy me. Although Tracker was tough he didn’t and wouldn’t disobey his father at least not tonight and under his roof. Lycell led Adrienne out of the room and up the stairs and to his bed.

What was that about, Thorn asked.

Father telling us he’s not pleased with our decision to leave the pack, but he won’t stop us. But there won’t be us. Only me leaving.

What the hell do you mean, Tracker? I’m coming too," Thorn said.

You can’t come. It will break mother’s heart, Tracker said putting his hand on Thorn’s shoulder. I need to look around and then if it’s ok, I’ll send word for you and Damon to meet me. But first there’s a woman.

I knew it was a woman. But what about Saadia?

I have plans for her. I’ll make her wish she had never seen a Samsa werewolf.

Wow. Tell me what you’re going to do so I can do that with the one I’m promised to.

You don’t have to worry. Word will get around. If I have to be here until tomorrow, tell Damon to meet us for a drink at that club in town. I need something to calm me and it’s not liquor.

He’s already at the club. I’ll text him and tell him we’re coming and have some girls waiting. Thorn pulled his smartphone out of his pocket and began texting.

I’ll find my own female. I don’t want Damon setting up anything for me. He likes those virgin types. That’s not what I’m looking for tonight. I don’t have time to break them in.

Yeah, but those are the ones that will do anything. And I mean everything and anything. They’ve been protected and they’re looking to break out, Thorn said with a grin tucking his phone back into his pocket after sending off a quick text.

Do you still have the key to Hunter’s apartment? Thorn searched around for the key.

Yeah, but father barred us from going there, Thorn said to Tracker.

Do you listen to father? Tracker said with a smirk. If you do, then you can’t run with me. Thorn pulled the keys out of his pants pocket and dangled them in front of Tracker’s face.

Tracker snatched the keys and said, Follow me.

Chapter 3

Tracker pulled up to the club. His motorcycle roaring to a full stop. Thorn in Lycell’s new Ford truck came up behind him. Tracker placed the kickstand down with his boot, and stood looking around before he turned off the motor. Then he walked over to the Ford and leaned in the window. When are you going to get a bike? You can’t hang with me with that.

Tomorrow. But I need some cash.

Father hasn’t given you that money he’s been holding for you? Grandfather left all of us equal shares.

I never thought to ask him. Tracker shook his head and walked through a crowd of humans and shifter’s waiting outside to get in to the overcrowded club.

Hey man, wait your turn, a human shouted. His body was filled with tattoos trying to look dangerous. Tracker turned around and stared at him. I’m sorry Mr. Samsa. I didn’t know. Thorn trotted through a string of cat shifters and humans to reach Tracker.

Tracker didn’t say a word. He turned to Thorn standing behind him, See. We have the power. We can control our destiny. We can blaze our own trail like our grandfather did. He pushed opened the door after the two guards stood aside. It was always an event when the young Samsa men came to town.

We can’t guarantee it’s going to be like this outside of Samsaville. We’ll be on our own with humans, Thorn said.

Don’t be so negative. We’ll be fine. We’ve got everything we need to survive. The music was loud and the conversations were louder when they stepped into the room. Tracker and Thorn could hear for miles, and Tracker could pick up a sound through any type of noise. Tracker could hear leaves snap and fall from trees miles away. He could hear the dew fall from grass and land on the ground.

Being werewolves in Samsaville gave the two werewolves an obvious sense of self-importance. Just to walk through a crowd of human females who adored werewolves and wanting to be with them, made Tracker and Thorn hungry for sex, and drove them wild with need and full with arrogance. They raised their nose into the air and took in the scents which passed them. And they eyed every female human and female shifter as they cruised through the club. 

Hunter’s brother Devin had built the club to give the shifter youth a place to raise hell on the weekends, but the place had gotten too big, and the town became too small because it had been growing at an accelerated pace. It was hard to control its growth now that humans wanted to live and work in Samsaville.

Samsaville and the club had been a haven for the Samsas, but because of Devin, it was becoming crowded and overrun by young humans looking for a good time. Wilder and his brothers feared its expansion and they had good reasons.

There was a serial killer running around that hadn’t been caught and forgotten about by the local law enforcement. Wilder and his brothers felt that it would start up again and this time the world would put a spotlight on them. That’s why the Samsas called in different people, humans and shifters to work on the case, and still nothing turned up on the killings.

Wilder and Lycell didn’t think their pack would diminish. He thought by marrying off Lycell’s sons, the pack would continue to grow and double. And it would, but Lycell’s sons couldn’t be controlled as were all the Samsa men. It was hard to restrain them especially if they had a craving for something. And that something was to be free to live the way they wanted with a human female.

A werefemale wasn’t on their menu. 

When Tracker and Thorn stepped passed the bar to the back where a large floor had been erected, the music was earsplitting. But Tracker could hear Damon bragging to three shifter women about his brothers. He’s in the back against the wall surrounded by female shifters, Tracker said to Thorn.

Thorn followed behind Tracker. They made their way through the crowd to where Damon was standing. Tracker, Damon said all smiles turning to the females. Didn’t I tell you about my big brother?

But you all look alike, the fox shifter squealed looking up to Tracker like a teenage groupie. Can’t we just all get in bed and have a party? All of you are so good-looking. She glanced up at Tracker. 

Then you don’t mind if we reserve that for another night. I had something else in mind and it doesn’t involve my brothers, Tracker said turning gazing at a beautiful dark shifter with olive skin, full red lips and long black hair. I think you will do, he said taking the werepanther’s hand leading her away. She looked back at the female shifters standing around waiting to be used by the two remaining werewolves.

She’s mine, Damon shouted over the music to Tracker as he pushed through the crowd behind Tracker and the werepanther. Thorn stood near the tigress shifter watching at Damon going after Tracker in protest.

I hope you like me as much as I want to be with you? Thorn said to a tiger shifter. Thorn’s eyes followed Damon to see what he would do. There wasn’t anything he could do with Tracker. There never was. If Tracker wanted to fuck a female shifter or human, he didn’t care who she belonged to. As long as she wasn’t a mate of his brothers they weren’t off the table. 

Sure I like you, The tiger shifter said.

We came here to meet a Samsa and fuck one or two. One big dick is as good as the next, the fox shifter said.

Thorn smiled. You’re my kind of shifters, he said to them.

Tracker had dragged Damon’s shifter half way through the crowd of onlookers. When Tracker turned to make his way through another group of shifters, his eyes spotted what he really wanted, and it was a female. A human. He dropped the werepanther’s hand and stood looking at the human.

Standing mesmerized and stunned at her beauty, Tracker moved closer to her and forgot about the werepanther standing behind him.

Gazing at Tracker with the same interest, the human slid her tongue slowly over her bottom lip. Then her top. Was she alone? Tracker didn’t care. All he cared was that he needed to fuck and he needed what he craved—a human he could have his way with. A human female made his dick hard and kept it hard for days. 

Without turning around and Damon standing behind him looking at the werepanther, Damon didn’t questioned his gift. He thought maybe he would have to share her with Tracker and he didn’t want to do that since he had plans for her all night. Tracker turned slightly without taking his eyes off the human and threw the keys to Hunter’s apartment over his shoulder with it landing in Damon’s hands.

Tracker didn’t need to see to take aim and hit his target. His instincts were sharp and certain, after all, in high school, he was the quarterback who could throw a ball with his eyes closed and it would land in the hands of the running back or the tight end.

Thorn was the running back and Damon the tight end. Game over. 

It wasn’t often that Tracker saw a human female that aroused him the way this one did. Zoey and his teacher in high school had been the only ones he had a strange sexual attraction for, that is, until now.

The noise of the club and its dim interior faded as he approached the young woman who looked to be about eighteen. The rumbling dance floor with shifters and humans alike jumping and bumping to the music quieted as the crowd drifted away to their tables when the music came to a stop for a second. Standing facing him not moving, not showing adoration for a Samsa, she didn’t appear to be mesmerized by the tall handsome dangerous looking werewolf with the tattoos. He took a step toward her and she stood her ground not fazed by him.

She looked as if she had known his kind before, but it was still something innocent about her. She was pretending to be a bad girl when approached by a bad ass werewolf—Tracker Samsa.

It hasn’t registered with her just what and who she was dealing with, Tracker thought. 

She watched at his tattoos as if counting them, but her eyes were exploring his open