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Traitor Wolf HOWLING DEATH MC BOOK ONE SOPHIE ASH Copyright © 2023 by Sophie Ash Cover Art by MoorBooks Design Published by Voluspa Press This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincident...
Traitor Wolf HOWLING DEATH MC BOOK ONE SOPHIE ASH Copyright © 2023 by Sophie Ash Cover Art by MoorBooks Design Published by Voluspa Press This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Contents Content Warning Prologue 1. Sawyer 2. Riley 3. Sawyer 4. Riley 5. Riley 6. Sawyer 7. Riley 8. Sawyer 9. Riley 10. Sawyer 11. Riley 12. Riley 13. Sawyer 14. Riley 15. Sawyer 16. Riley 17. Sawyer 18. Riley 19. Sawyer 20. Sawyer 21. Riley 22. Sawyer 23. Riley 24. Sawyer 25. Riley 26. Sawyer 27. Riley 28. Sawyer 29. Riley 30. Sawyer Epilogue Author’s Note Also by Sophie Ash About the Author Content Warning While the female main character is captured, her captor closely resembles an abusive partner, mainly with manipulation tactics and guilt trips. This book also contains: kidnapping, imprisonment, drug abuse and addiction, gun violence, and main characters experiencing PTSD and depression Prologue RILEY Don’t stop, I told myself. Don’t you dare fucking stop. I had no other options but to run. The pain lancing through my bare feet had to be ignored, no matter how badly they hurt. Branches scraped my arms, legs, ribs, and face; but I couldn’t Chapter 1 Sawyer Dusk had fallen when I pulled up to Stout & Spirit. The air was crisp and sharp, and it had been a great day for riding. Tonight would be perfect for a run with the pack. The moon wasn’t full yet, but it would