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  Table of Contents

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Up Next…Don’t Miss Gunnar’s Story! Click Below

  A Note from Kimber White

  Books by Kimber White

  Mac

  Mammoth Forest Wolves - Book Two

  Kimber White

  Nokay Press LLC

  Copyright © 2017 by Kimber White/Nokay Press LLC

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Epilogue

  Up Next…Don’t Miss Gunnar’s Story! Click Below

  A Note from Kimber White

  Books by Kimber White

  One

  Mac

  I belonged here.

  Knowing every breath I took might be my last, I let my claws dig into the soft, red earth on the banks of Rough River. It was dangerous for me to shift into my wolf this close to the settlement I’d been sent to watch. The Chief Pack shifter patrols could be anywhere. My wolf sent out preternatural signals I couldn’t control. Liam would kill me if he knew what I’d dared. And yet, as I arched my back and settled into my wolf, each pounding drumbeat of my heart made the sensation that I’d finally come home more clear.

  Somewhere, deep inside of me, my wolf knew. Though my kind had been driven from this place two generations ago, there could be no other explanation for it. If there ever came a time when the wolves of Mammoth Forest prevailed, if we ever drove out the Chief Alpha for good and could live as we pleased, I would come back here to the banks of Rough River and stake my claim.

  My heart lurched at the lure of such a thing. To be free. To allow my Alpha to rise and take back what was mine. God, it was so dangerous to think of it. With each step I took, I risked discovery. If even one member of the Chief Pack caught wind of who I was or what I was thinking, death would be the best case scenario. The wolves of Kentucky enjoyed no such freedom.

  Every thought, every step they took was kept under the tight yoke of the Chief Alpha. A man whose name I’d only heard whispered about. I’d never seen him. We all felt him though. His control was ruthless, total, unbreakable.

  Until the day it wasn’t.

  Two years ago, I’d taken the leap along with my half-brother Liam and his cousin Jagger and run for my life. I didn’t regret it, not for a second. Once I’d tasted a whiff of freedom, I could never go back. I’d rather die than allow the Chief Pack to control my actions the way they had. But now, I was marked; we all were. At first it had just been the three of us. We could debate whether we were bravely stupid or stupidly brave, but we broke free.

  Now, our numbers had swelled. Payne and Gunnar joined us from the southern border with Tennessee. Together, we’d found a place to take refuge in the undiscovered labyrinth connected to the Mammoth Caves of Kentucky and the deeper forest. Five men, meant to be Alphas of our own packs. We’d helped other shifters and humans along the way. We all had our own reasons for joining. Now, it was time for me to face mine.

  I sank lower to the ground, my keen wolf eyes scanning the horizon. Just beyond the tree line, the soft amber glow of street lamps drew my attention. As my paws carved through the moist dirt, I let my belly scrape the grass.

  They were close. I could scent other wolves past the perimeter of this tiny little town in the middle of nowhere. You could drive by it on any section of the interstate and not even know it was here. It wasn’t marked on any maps.

  Birch Haven.

  The name was meant to be inviting. Quaint. From here, it looked exactly that. Its entrance from the nearest major road was marked with a high, wrought iron gate. Three quarters of the town was bordered by a red brick wall. It was like a gated community on steroids. There were cookie-cutter houses with bright colored siding. Tree-lined streets that were safe even in the middle of the night. It looked like your typical, small college town that no one had ever heard of but everyone would love.

  Only I knew what danger lurked here. It seemed to seep through the curb grates and permeate the air.

  My breath grew ragged as I drew ever closer. My fur prickled and stood on end. My heart hammered inside my chest and a growl rose from deep inside. I took a last calming breath before settling my wolf and shifting back.

  I stood on two legs but crouched, keeping myself hidden among the thick foliage of the woods on the outskirts of town. I couldn’t be seen. I hadn’t come this far, risked this much to have it all end due to my carelessness now.

  Lilting laughter drew my attention. I crouched even lower. Heart racing, I stilled my breathing so I could better hear the voices drawing closer.

  Through the trees, I saw two young women. God, they were barely more than girls. They stood shoulder to shoulder, walking with long, sure strides. One threw her blonde hair over her shoulder as she laughed. She was tall, thin, wearing a pink tank top with the letters BHC in bright blue on a diagonal across her ample chest. She looked like a Barbie doll with the same cookie-cutter beauty as the bright two-story houses lining the eastern quadrant of Birch Haven.

  Her companion was different, more reserved. She seemed more aware of her surroundings, dropping her smile as she looked ahead to the next intersection before turning her attention back to her friend and smiling. They each had denim backpacks slung over their shoulders with the blue and yellow Birch Haven College logo on them.

  These were normal girls, happy, carefree. They’d probably just come out of some night class in the massive college building at the center of town. Sociology, Psychology, or some other liberal arts course they’d probably never use in life. God, it all seemed so normal. So harmless.

  I closed my eyes and sucked in a breath of air as the breeze picked up. The scent of the girls reached my nostrils and my pulse quickened. Snapping my eyes open again, I zoned in on the quiet one. She was blonde too, but it
was a natural shade with soft, honey-brown lowlights. Not like her bottle-blonde companion. Her scent was clean and warm. I found myself wanting to see her eyes. Were they dark or light? My fingers itched to touch her soft hair and run along the curve of her shoulder. She wore a tank top too. Black and plain. Her tennis shoes squeaked as she turned on her heel and the pair of them reached the end of the street. They were about to turn left and out of my line of sight.

  A shudder went through me as they finally passed. I grew even more daring. Just a few more steps and I’d emerge from the brush. No human could see me from this distance. I stayed in the shadows. A shifter would be able to scent me, but only if they were trying to.

  They were out there though. I’d stayed on the southwest edge of Birch Haven. I could tell not many humans ventured this way. This was the wild place beyond the safety of the gates. It’s what they all craved. I knew in my heart, every person in that damn town had been lured there for a reason.

  My whole body quaked as I tried to keep my own reasons from dragging me over the edge into madness. My fists curled and I drew blood in the well of my palms. God, that was dangerous too. Blood would make me easier to track.

  I quieted my breathing once again and tried to clear my head of the scent of the two women who’d just walked by.

  Lena.

  I hadn’t allowed myself to speak her name aloud. Was she here? I’d been foolish enough to believe I’d be able to scent her too the instant I got close enough. If I closed my eyes, I could see her as she used to be when we were kids. She hated being left behind. Five years younger than me, she’d tried so hard to keep up.

  “You can’t go where I go,” I’d told her, dismissing her as she stomped her foot. Her shoes were untied and the white laces caked with dirt.

  “Take me anyway,” she’d said. She was only nine years old, scrawny with scabby knees and tragic hair that she’d tried to cut herself. The same ginger shade as mine, it stuck out in peaks and cones, and people would mistake her for a boy that whole summer, even if she wore a dress.

  “You stay home with your mother,” I said. “The woods are no place for you.”

  At fourteen, my inner Alpha had already begun to stir. It made me rough and strong, but I was already out of control. And Lena was no shifter. She was just a human girl who didn’t understand why our father wanted nothing to do with her. Her mother lived next door to mine. They’d been friends growing up. Now, they’d shared a husband who left them both for yet another.

  “The house is no place for me,” Lena said, tears leaving a track down her grubby cheeks. God. She usually ended up spending more time at my mother’s house than her own. Lena’s mom had taken our father’s abandonment a whole lot harder.

  A howl to the west pricked my ears. I had no more time for silly little nine-year-old girls who didn’t understand how the world worked. I thought I did. I thought I’d be strong enough for both of us.

  In the end, I hadn’t even come close. Ten years later, the Pack came for Lena and I could do nothing to save her. I’d heard the rumors for years about young girls being taken in the night. Spirited off to mate with powerful members of the Chief Pack whether they wanted to or not. Lena most definitely didn’t. By the time I knew what was happening, she was already gone.

  One week later, my choice had been clear. When Jagger and Liam broke free of the Pack, I went with them. I would find my half-sister. I would bring her home. No matter what it took.

  Lena.

  I knew in my heart Birch Haven held the answer to whatever had happened to her. She’d gone missing two long years ago. Two years. Anything and everything could have happened. God help us both.

  Had it been so long that I wouldn’t be able to recognize her scent? So many times over so many months I’d lifted my face to the wind and tried. She could be anywhere. She could be anything. Lena was strong, defiant. But she was still just a human girl. Surely by now she bore the mark of whatever wolf she’d been sold to. Even if I walked right up to her, that mark would burn hot and her wolf could call her back no matter how much she wanted to run. If she still wanted to run. If her wolf was powerful enough, he might have snuffed that light out of her as well.

  God.

  I scented...something. I couldn’t be sure it was Lena. But, it was there, pulling me forward and stirring my wolf. It had to mean something. Birch Haven couldn’t just be another dead end or false hope. If it was, I would have failed my sister one final time.

  Laughter rose on the wind again. A clock in the center of town struck midnight. Each clang speared through my heart. When it stopped, the streets grew quiet. To anyone else, it might seem like peace. But, I knew better. I knew better than all of them. The town had been constructed to make them feel safe, protected. It all looked so normal. It was anything but.

  For Lena and every other woman behind those stone walls, Birch Haven was a prison. And yet they slept in their beds, probably suspecting nothing until it was far too late. For now, none of them knew that Birch Haven wasn’t the idyllic setting they thought it was.

  Two

  Eve

  It took me about a month to realize Birch Haven wasn’t what everyone else thought it was. Things were too perfect. Too clean. Too quiet.

  I knew exactly what my mother would say if she were still alive. “Eve, you’re too picky. You keep looking for the worst in everything and everyone, you’ll always find it.”

  I could never figure out why that was a bad thing. Isn’t it better to know that than to go through life gullible? It’s what she did. Mama had a string of loser boyfriends, half of whom had turned into loser husbands who took her money and left her with nothing. Well, nothing but me. One of those losers had been my daddy. Tyler Dawson. Southern Kentucky’s biggest deadbeat asshole. I’m not kidding. He’s got the dubious honor of holding the record for the most unpaid child support in the whole state. Mama sure could pick ‘em. I’ll give her that.

  “Earth to Eve!” Nikki had great aim. Her ball of wadded up notebook paper hit me square in the forehead. I jumped away from the window and flipped her the bird.

  “I’m listening,” I said, lying. We had an Abnormal Psychology midterm in two days and she wasn’t ready. I pretended that I wasn’t either just to keep her from freaking out any more than she already was. She needed to get at least a ninety percent on it to pass the class. She’d never gotten anything higher than a “C,” so the odds weren’t in her favor.

  Nikki closed her laptop and set it to the side. She sat crossed legged on her bed. Our dorm room was spacious enough for two people. We each had our own bedroom with a pocket door for privacy. In the center, we shared a common room with our television and kitchenette. No private bathroom though. We shared one down the hall with the three other rooms on this floor. It wasn’t ideal, but I was slowly getting used to it.

  Nikki blew a bleach-blonde strand of hair away from her face. “You’re going to let me fail this damn test, aren’t you?”

  I raised a brow and finally moved away from the window. “Let you fail? That’s seriously the argument you’re going to go with?”

  I had a whole list of examples to give her of how I’d tried to help her in the two months since the term started. She only attended one out of three classes. When she did go to class, she spent more time staring at her phone than the whiteboard. I knew for a fact that yesterday was the first time she’d even opened a book.

  Nikki’s chirping smartphone drew her attention away. That’s always how it went with her. It meant if I planned on staying enrolled in Birch Haven College, I’d probably be looking for a new roommate next year.

  Would I stay? That was the question. Through no fault of her own...well...let’s be real...through large fault of her own, Nikki was the first reason I started to question what was happening in this town.

  A little over a year ago, I’d been given an offer I didn’t think I could refuse. A simple email changed my life. I couldn’t afford college. Hell, the minute I graduated from high
school, I knew I wouldn’t even be able to afford a place to live. I was on borrowed time, living in my English teacher’s basement out of the kindness of her heart. My father’s claim to fame had hit the local papers after my mother died. I had nothing and nobody. Rather than letting me spend the last few months of my seventeenth year in foster care, Mrs. Gerhardt took me in.

  If she was the one who sent in the scholarship application for me, she wouldn’t admit it. But, the email came anyway and changed my life. I’d been offered a full ride at Birch Haven College, including room and board and everything. So, I came. Who wouldn’t in my situation? My freshman year had been perfect. Meeting Nikki was perfect. Like me, she had no real family left. Like me, she’d gotten an email offering the scholarship that changed her life. It had been perfect for both of us. Maybe too perfect.

  She blew out an exasperated breath and tapped her fingers on her Psych textbook as if the information in it would somehow transmit to her brain that way. Her phone rang again and she gave me a shrug and answered it.

  When her expression grew dark listening to whoever was on the other end of that phone, I came to her. I sank on the bed beside her. Nikki held up a finger. Her breaths started to come heavy. Her pink tank top plunged into a low vee and little red blotches started appearing on her exposed skin. I touched her leg.

  “Who the fuck is it?” I mouthed.

  “Do not call me again, okay? No means no.” Nikki threw the phone to the bed. She drew a shaky hand through her hair and forced a smile as she looked back at me.