Pack Hunter
A Totally Bound Publication
Pack Hunter
ISBN #
978-1-78184-823-4
©Copyright Crissy Smith 2013
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright October 2013
Edited by Stacey Birkel
Totally Bound Publishing
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
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Published in 2013 by Totally Bound Publishing,
Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN
Warning:
This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a
heat rating
of
Totally Sizzling
and a
Sexometer
of
2.
This story contains 91 pages, additionally there is also a
free excerpt
at the end of the book containing 6 pages.
Were Chronicles
PACK HUNTER
Crissy Smith
Book Eight in the Were Chronicles series.
The best hunter for the wolf shifters has met his match when he’s introduced to the small town human who captures his attention and heart.
Clint Price is enjoying his temporary assignment with the Alpha Council. The best part of every day is his morning visit to the local coffee shop. He soon finds himself enchanted by the human business owner.
Sara Webb hadn’t known that shifters really existed, so finding out that the large compound just outside of town was full of them was a shock. One look at Clint and she is more than intrigued.
When the town of Lovington is invaded with protesters and Clint is threatened, the residents come together in support. With the help of their friends and family, Clint and Sara fight for both their newfound love and shifter freedom.
Dedication
To everyone over at TEB for their encouragement and support.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Hunger Games: Suzanne Collins
Coke: Coca-Cola Company
Chapter One
Clint Price jogged down the large gravel drive as he made his way to the guardhouse. The morning sun had already started to shine and bathed the beautiful property in its colourful rays.
Two guards, Alan and Jody, saw him heading in their direction and opened the side fence so he didn’t have to slow down.
He waved in appreciation as he passed and they laughed and waved back. They were used to his morning routine by now.
It had been over a month since he’d first arrived at the Alpha Council compound in northern California and the group of guys he worked with daily had become great friends.
From the entrance of the compound, he started south towards the town of Lovington.
He never missed his run. Not only did it help keep him in shape, but the freedom of running also kept him from going stir crazy. Every morning he ran in his human form and every evening he shifted and ran as his wolf.
The Alpha compound was one of the nicest he had ever been on. Hidden in the northern mountains of California, the compound housed eight wolf Alphas, who served as the Council for the Packs of the United States.
While the actual location of the Council compound was only known by a handful of people, the property stayed on constant high alert to keep the Council members safe at all times.
The shifters of the world had revealed their existence not too long ago. While the majority of humans had been shocked, most had accepted the shifters without problems.
But, like with anything, there were some who couldn’t accept the differences in the shifters—had named them evil and threatened them.
Four weeks ago, a Pack close to the Alpha compound had been almost devastated by fires around their community. Five fires in total, but luckily no one had been injured or killed.
The Pack had fought back. Clint’s best friend, Kurt, was a member of the Pack, and Clint, along with two of their buddies, had gone there to help.
With the assistance of the Pack members, they had been able to capture and arrest eight humans and two shifters.
Clint and Kurt had escorted the two shifters to the compound for interviewing. Clint hadn’t been involved further, but he knew Kurt remained immersed in the investigation.
Meanwhile, Clint had been asked to remain there as a guard while the Council members tried to find out what threats still remained. He had also been asked to think about accepting a permanent role as head guard.
Clint was considering the job offer, but his decision would also depend on Kurt. They’d been friends since they’d first met on the Marine Corps boot camp bus heading to Parris Island.
Theirs was a friendship made through tough circumstances and loyalty. They’d been stationed together several times before both had been recruited into the Special Forces.
At the time, the government hadn’t known about shifters. Having one of his kind by his side had made it easier for Clint to get through the last ten years.
They’d been through so much together. He considered Kurt his brother.
His footsteps echoed along the empty road as he hit his stride and relaxed into the routine of his run. He let his mind clear and just concentrated on breathing.
Before he knew it, he’d reached the edge of town. Lovington was a small community, and while they now knew about shifters, they had no idea what a powerful group lived just miles up the road.
To the outside world, the Council pretended to be just another Pack. Packs contacted them by phone and email and only the highest ranking Alphas knew the location.
Clint slowed when he came to the post office. He started his stretches and waved at Mrs Carson as she passed on her way to the flower shop she owned. The older woman beamed at him and returned his wave.
Relaxed and loose, he made his way into the post office and checked his box. There were only three items. A bill, a magazine and a letter. He looked at the return address and snorted. His buddy Samson wrote him every month. The letter could contain information about Samson’s job or his family, but most of the time he sent jokes or raunchy articles.
Samson was a character—however, he was also a dependable friend that Clint was glad he’d met in the military.
Samson was human but Clint didn’t hold that against him. He was still a badass.
Clint tucked his mail under his arm before giving the man behind the counter a smile then he headed back out to the street.
His next stop was his favourite. If Clint was being completely honest with himself, the reason why he ran towards town instead of taking the route around the compound was because of his next stop.
The Blend and Brew Coffee House was located right in the middle of town in one of the store fronts on Main Street. He and Kurt had found the coffee shop their first week there. The atmosphere was homey and comfortable, the coffee perfectly blended, but it was the service that had him going back every morning.
He pulled open the door, breathing in the intoxicating aroma of freshly ground coffee, absorbing the hum of the espresso machine and laughter from the patrons.
He grinned at the sight of the woman behind the counter.
Today she had her light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail away from her face. Her hazel eyes sparkled while she joked with the college-aged kid behind the counter with her, while she dumped espresso shots into paper cups.
She was several inches shorter than his six-foot-one frame. Just the right size, in his opinion. She wore her usual uniform of jeans and T-shirt under her brown apron with a picture of three coffee beans dancing on the front.
She threw her head back and laughed loudly and Clint’s cock woke up behind his running pants.
He knew very little about her except that every morning when he woke up she was the sight he wanted to see.
She looked up and spied him by the door. She smiled widely and called out to him.
“Hey, Clint!”
Sara Webb did her best not to let her hands shake as she spotted the man standing by the front door.
Every morning like clockwork, Clint Price walked into her shop and she had to suppress the urge to leap over the counter and jump him.
A silly reaction for a grown woman, but damn he was fine.
Clint had been coming in every day for weeks now and she still didn’t know much more about him than his name. Sometimes he had a friend with him, but she really liked when he was alone. Since he was on his own today, she took the opportunity to stare at him without having to avoid his friend’s knowing gaze.
Clint strolled up to the counter and she tried her best not to drool watching his hard muscles as he walked forward. His sun-bleached blond hair, dark chocolate eyes and easy smile were always a welcome sight.
She finished the two drinks she was working on and placed them on the counter, calling for Christina to come pick up her order. Then she turned back to him and grabbed a towel to wipe her hands.
“You want your usual or do you want to be daring and try something new?” she asked like she did every morning.
He chuckled and shook his head. “The usual, please.”
She waved a finger at him. “One of these days I’ll get you,” she teased.
His eyes darkened and her breath caught. Damn, that flash of arousal on his face made her ache. She actually leaned towards him.
Then his face blanked and the spell was broken.
Hoping to hide her blush, she turned, grabbed a large cup and started to fill it with the day’s fresh house blend coffee. She placed the lid on before passing it over the counter to him.
“One large house blend, no sugar, no cream.”
He placed three dollars on the counter and pushed the money towards her before he winked and picked up the cup. He lifted it to his mouth and drank deeply. Sara was caught up watching his throat work but had to turn away when she almost moaned out loud.
Her barista, Cecil, caught her eye and was smirking at her. She glared but couldn’t really put any heat behind it. It wasn’t his fault that every time Clint came into the shop she wanted to lock the doors and have him bend her over the counter.
She flushed and waved a hand over her face. It really was hot in the shop today.
Clint grunted and drew her attention back to him.
“I swear the coffee gets better every day,” he praised.