Transformed: Divoký Wolves, #1

By Hayden West

One swipe is all it takes to be…

Dante Van Skike is loner, answering only to himself and the needs of his wolf. The night he saves man who'd been attacked by a rogue, everything changes. Taking him to a friend, he is reluctant to leave this one who has just been thrust into this world. He wasn't cut out for pack life and decides the best thing he can do is move on. Right?

Taz Katzen honestly hadn't thought his life could get worse. Raised on the streets, abused, and worse, he'd survived to adulthood only to be attacked once more by something in his nightmares. The man who saves him awakens a craving deep within him. Problem is, the one who attacked him wants him back and his only chance may be the one who intervened the first time. Will he survive being Transformed?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hayden West
• Release date: Jan 31, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224695935

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

The low moan grew louder until the cry split the night. Taz shifted against his bindings and tried to tune out the sounds surrounding him in his current state of shitty existence. It didn’t work, he couldn’t plug his ears to keep the sound out.

He did keep his eyes scrunched tight and rocked back and forth trying to keep back the demons from overtaking him. Sharp, shallow breaths were the best he could do. There wasn’t going to be any calming down.

Then everything fell silent. Completely. No animals, no sound at all.

Cracking open his eyes, he flexed his fingers as he tried again to free himself from tree he was secured to. Directly in front of him were the fucking humans. They still went at it, two cocks shoving deep into the young man who, Taz wasn’t sure was willing. The ginger was bent over a fallen truck, his legs secured by tent stakes, keeping him spread for easy access to the others there. While he couldn’t see the young man’s hands as they were on the other side of the large trunk, he assumed they were secure there as well because he wasn’t moving. Nor was he making a single sound. At least not anymore.

About seven large and burly men walked around in various stages of dress. Some with shirts, some without. Some pants, some shorts. The one thing in common was everyone’s cock was out. Most of them had one hand on their junk, stroking it and another on their drink of choice.

He knew there were a few other guys like him secured to trees, which made him think that one bent over as an offering to all there, wasn’t wanting to be there. Initially, he’d fought but the powerful punch that had knocked him out, cured him of that. He’d gone through this growing up, sometimes it was better to lie there and take it, just to survive.

Taz had no clue where he was. He didn’t leave the city as a general rule. Now, here he was against a tree in a huge forest.

Guess it’s better when you steal a bunch of boys to rape, if you can’t be overheard by the law. Not that the cops had ever stepped up to help a man like him. They saw the dirty clothing and lumped him into the loser category and let him fight his own battles.

He lifted his chin. He had survived and would do so again. There was a place he called his own and he had a job. Wasn’t a lot, but he was proud of all he’d accomplished. He didn’t trust or depend on anyone.

As he sat there, trying to figure out, how to escape and where he was going to go once he did, another man walked up to the tied up one and waved the other two away. They weren’t happy about it, but didn’t argue with the behemoth of a man gesturing them back.

They didn’t talk but there was a lot of deep grunting that passed between them. More unease than he currently had drove up his spine and he hated the ominous feel this entire situation took on. Not that it had been a barrel of laughs before, but this time there was something different there. Well out there.

The bare chested man tipped his beer up to his lips as he pissed on the one tied to the tree. Then he dumped his beer on him as well, seconds before he smacked him, hard. No avoiding that scream of pain.

Taz closed his eyes, not wanting to see any of this. He couldn’t, still, block out the sound. They were unmistakable to one who’d lived it. Abuse. Nausea churned and he tried not to hurl. He risked it once more and opened his eyes in time to see the wide end of the beer bottle get shoved up the man’s ass as the abuser stopped using his hand and went to the belt he pulled from his pants.

No. I can’t watch this. He squeezed his eyes shut.

Look at me, the command was growled.

Taz listened, knowing the directive was for him. The man had moved directly before him and before his mouth swung the large cock.

The eyes waiting for his weren’t human. They were wild and insane. More fear spiked.

The man grinned and fisted himself. Watch me, toy. What I do to him. Watch me as I whip that bottle so far up into him, it won’t come out again. He dragged the leather of his belt along Taz’s cheek.

"I’m going to do this to you as well. Watch your fate. But unlike with him, I’m going to