Wolf

Wolf THE HALLOWEEN BOYS BOOK THREE KAT BLACKTHORNE Copyright © 2023 by Kat Blackthorne All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Cover by Shanoff Designs Editing by V.B. Edits Occult Consulting by Eric Titus Albion Formatting by Kat Blackthorne Author’s Note Dear Wolf Pack, Wolves hold a special significance for me, however, I was never a werewolf girlie until I met Wolfgang Jack. This beastly man found me in long lost Celtic tales, European folklore, and hours of research into everything from Little Red Riding Hood’s origins to the social dynamics of wolf packs in the wild. Beware, there’s breeding with no pregnancy, chasing, and insights into parenthood from a lens I don’t think most will expect. Please see the full list of content warnings on my site. I’m honored to be a part of the ancient tradition of spinning Little Red Riding Hood into my own story. One that celebrates women, the best of men, and weaves in dark fairy tales in a way that I hope you enjoy. Let’s howl at the moon together. Xoxo, Kat For everyone who needs a big bad wolf to find them and show them your claws and teeth… among other things. Vibes Wolf’s Playlist Wolf’s Book Board Contents Pecan Bar Recipe 1. Wolf Once Upon a Time 2. Blythe fresh from the basket 3. Ghost The stories we tell ourselves 4. Blythe Speak Wolf 5. Wolf Hungry like a wolf 6. Onyx Black heart 7. Blythe What do you know about bargains? 8. Onyx Time flies 9. Blythe The devil’s in the details 10. Wolf his lonesome wilderness 11. Blythe Moon Song 12. Wolf Lamb’s Ear 13. Blythe Veiled kingdom 14. Wolf Bait and hook 15. Blythe Lazy Hazy Crazy Days of Summer 16. Ghost Old dog, new tricks 17. Wolf Little fox 18. Blythe Apples for trees 19. Onyx sex in ashes 20. Wolf Play the game 21. Blythe The Chase 22. Ghost My skull paint is better 23. Blythe Joker 24. Wolf Furry companion 25. Blythe Some nerve 26. Wolf Stolen 27. Blythe Talk shit, get hit 28. Blythe Paws with claws 29. Wolf Peter Lost Wendy 30. Blythe Red or dead 31. Alpha Wolf All the better 32. Blythe Ace of Spades 33. Wolf Laverna 34. Blythe Mother Wolf A Secret Acknowledgments Chase Me Also by Kat Blackthorne Pecan Bar Recipe 2/3 cup brown sugar 1/3 cup flour 1 teaspoon salt 1 1/2 cups dark corn syrup 4 large eggs from Fenrir’s coop 2 teaspoons vanilla extract 1 1/2 cups chopped pecans (let the pups help but make ‘em wash their paws) 1 Heat oven to 350°F or close enough over a fire. 2 Make a pie crust, you know how to do that 3 Bake it crispy 4 Meanwhile, make everything else and put it in the crust. If it smells and tastes good here you’re on the right track. If not, eat it anyway, we don’t waste food in Fenrir. 5 Bake until all the wolves are beating down your door because they followed the smell from the woods. Cut into bars. No storage instructions because there won’t be any left to save. Oh, and I love you. You’re going to be great. Whatever you are, I know it’ll be good, Wolfgang Jack. Love, Grandfather Jack CHAPTER 1 Wolf ONCE UPON A TIME So I am still and I am silent, because if I open my mouth, I may never stop screaming. Franz Kafka I wanted to eat her. The desire to lock my maw around her neck and squeeze as I found her wanting center was overwhelming. The bittersweet aroma of her arousal had been a dull ache in the back of my head for months. But no longer. Not now that I’d felt her walls tense around me, the knot at my base locking us together after our blissful release. There were moments I felt as if it was only the two of us. Not that I minded Ghost and Dragon having a piece of my first complete encounter with her. Perhaps they were all wrong. The Halloween Boys, Onyx’s teasing, my pack’s skeptical and waiting glances. They all assumed I was an alpha. For Blythe’s sake, I hoped not. I’d waited for her. Ghost had broken the rules and claimed her first. Dragon had stolen her away and had drunk her blood. I was the patient, supportive friend. They needed my levelheadedness amidst the chaos of their urges. Patience had been instilled in me when I was a pup. The lunas of Fenrir had led us with expert wisdom and precision. They looked at me as if I’d be their first male alpha, the first sol, in a century. Unlike most, I didn’t shirk my responsibility. If it was what my pack needed, I would rise to the challenge. There was only one problem with being an alpha sol, though. When an alpha sol smelled his mate in her rawest form? Well, the legends of werewolves were true. We became slaves to our desire to breed. My body as a man was great, and my wolf form was perfect. But to become an alpha sol would be to let the moon shift me into something that merged both man and wolf. When the moon was at its highest and when women ovulated, their fertility at its peak… I didn’t want to be that monster, that sex-hungry, degrading, half man, half animal that hungered to bed her and impregnate her. It was barbaric and disgusting. She would never look at me as the warm, gentle giant she’d come to see me as. She’d be afraid, and she would run. She would run, and I would chase her. I would chase her, and I would catch her. I would