Wild Wolf Mate: League Of Gallize Shifters (The League Of Gallize Shifters Book 5)
WILD WOLF MATE
Copyright © 2020, Dianna Love Snell
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Dedication
Pronunciation Guide
Description
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
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
League of Gallize Shifters
Dianna’s Other Series
Author Bio
A Word From Dianna
DEDICATION
Thank you to Kimber Mirabella for being a wonderful friend and supporting me in so many ways.
PRONUNCIATION GUIDE
Burkino Faso – BURR key no FAH so
Cateline – CAT uh LINE (rhymes with time)
Gallize – gah LEEZ
Jazlyn – JAZZ len
Percee – PURR see
Rey de Sangre – RAY deh SAN gray (SAN rhymes with tan)
Vercane – vur KANE
WILD WOLF MATE
League of Gallize Shifters series
Mad Red isn’t just a nickname for Adrian’s wolf, it’s the truth. His teammates want to save him, but his wolf is deranged and Adrian lives a tortured existence for his part in losing his wolf after a rescue mission overseas went horribly wrong. Now, he just needs to stay alive long enough to answer the call for help from the family of a fallen soldier Adrian loved like a brother. He’s a protector at his core, but to bring the wolf shifter who killed the soldier’s sibling to justice, Adrian will have to hunt down Jazlyn, the female wolf shifter who just saved his life, and put her in prison. Welcome to his hell on earth.
Even while on the run for her life, Jazlyn can’t turn her back on anyone in pain if she can heal them, but her last decision proves no good deed goes unpunished. She’s racing to find the one person who can prove her innocence, then she can leave the Southeast for good. It’s not like she has time to worry about mating ... not until her sexy mistake shows up and their energies hum with a powerful mating call. Giving into that desire could destroy everything, or it just might save them both.
“There are shifters, then there are Gallize shifters.” IMHO reviews
Note: All the League of Gallize Shifters books are stand-alone paranormal romances.
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Chapter 1
A tiny noise yanked Jaz back to consciousness.
She woke alert, shivering in her human form. Unusual since the temperature had only dropped to the fifties, standard for late September in the Southeast. Water drizzled through the thick canopy of leaves, slapping her soaked clothes and the saturated ground beneath her.
She remained prone next to a fallen tree where she’d paused to rest after long hours on the run. Even a wolf shifter had limits and she’d edged dangerously close to hers.
Wolf shifters required more fuel than humans. She hadn’t eaten in over a day. There’d been no time to hunt, but she had to this morning. She’d scavenged lightweight pants and a shirt from a Roanoke dumpster yesterday.
She smelled of humans. That could be helpful.
After escaping Virginia, the price on her head from shifter law enforcement hunting her for a killing had probably doubled. Jaz had to find the woman who could help prove it had been self-defense.
She laid her face on wet leaves, needing to mentally prepare to push on. Just another few minutes to rest. She rarely recalled dreams, but couldn’t forget the one she’d had the last time she closed her eyes. That damaged wolf shifter, Adrian, showed up yelling at something that terrified him. She had a hard time imagining that powerful male afraid of anything.
He’d survived something awful that clearly haunted him.
In the dream, she’d wrapped her arms around him and whispered, “You are safe. You are no longer there. I will protect you.”
Then he disappeared. Her arms missed him, which was crazy. It had only been a dream. Even so, she couldn’t explain the connection she still felt, or shake the desire to see him again.
Why? Had she been drawn to a kindred damaged soul? Getting captured together would do that. They escaped, but for the short time they were together, she hadn’t felt so lonely.
Her heart ached with the reminder of his anguish.
She’d like to see those dark brown eyes at peace and happy. After so many miles alone, she’d been content to travel as a lone wolf, but ... damn Adrian, because now she wanted to see him again. She missed him.
Did he think about her? Probably not once she’d snuck away from the tiger compound after they survived a crazy battle.
Time to accept reality and get busy finding intel critical to her survival.
Maintaining a calm breath, she listened and inhaled for any hint of being tracked. Hard for most beings to notice any scents in this steady rain, but wolves had a keen sense of smell.
She could travel faster and conserve her energy better if she shifted into her wolf, but not with hunting season in progress. Her animal would be a trophy kill, even with bans on hunting wolves in this area.
She had a simple survival theory.
Hunters wouldn’t shoot an unarmed woman in ragged clothes with a disfiguring scar down the right side of her face. She couldn’t say the same about a wolf with a golden pelt.
Her wolf half, Tarski, began growling internally and sent her a telepathic message. Wolves coming
. We need me.
Shit. She silently asked, Wolves like us?
None like us.
She reworded her question for her literal animal. Shifters or natural wolves?
Shifters! Let me out.
Jaz considered that for a moment, then said, Not yet. Our scent might be hard to pick up with these stinky clothes and the rain. They may not know we’re here and pass on by.
Her wolf argued, Shift now and no more stink.
Jaz didn’t need Tarski’s logic at the moment. She had to do her best to be invisible and hope to stay undetected. She’d healed from most of the wounds sustained in Roanoke, but she and Tarski needed a full day of rest plus plenty of food to be back to full strength. Her wolf fought as powerfully as the Kodiak bear shifters that had trained both of them, but that didn’t make Tarski a giant grizzly.
She inhaled and caught the scent of wolves. The next inhale told her they were moving closer.
Had they scented her?
Behind rain-bloated clouds, sunrise tried to lighten the gloomy darkness. She moved her head in tiny increments and squinted in the direction of the sound. She benefitted from her wolf’s night vision.
Glowing yellow eyes stared back from fifteen feet away. The wolf snarled and took a step.
Well, hell. She’d have to not just shift but fight.
A bright light flashed across the wolf, then a shot fired.
She flinched at the loud sound with her sensitive hearing.
The yellow-eyed wolf yelped and wobbled sideways, then landed on its side, whimpering. Must have hit something major internally.
A second wolf appeared several feet away. That one forgot about her and rushed to the left.
The same direction from which that shot had been fired.
Double hell.
Another shot blasted.
She shoved up and pushed through the brush to see the enraged wolf racing for the hunter.
The human stood over six feet and weighed a good two-fifty, but he was no match for a preternatural animal. The dark wolf stood even taller on his hind legs when he’d leaped to attack, knocking the light and rifle away.
Before she could reach those two, another male human ran up with a pistol aimed at the wolf and hunter. He yelled, “I don’t have a clear shot, George!”
“Shoot the fucker!” the bloodied hunter screamed.
His friend took the shot just as George and the wolf jerked around.
The bullet struck the wolf, knocking the animal aside. Blood ran from a hole under the wolf’s neck.
George lay on the ground, grabbing his shoulder and crying out in pain. He had claw and bite rips on his face and arms, but that shoulder might be where the bullet went after passing through the wolf.
Both humans were still in danger.
Jaz dropped down and grabbed a fistful of mud she wiped over the scar running down the right side her face and took a step forward.
Growling, the wolf rolled up on three legs, turning first to her then back toward the humans again.
George’s friend rattled off three more shots.
Jaz clamped her hands over her ears this time.
The wolf took another hit in the side as it leaped away snarling. That shot must have missed his heart. He still stood. But the other wolf shifter hadn’t come to help him. The shot that took the first wolf down probably ravaged his heart or other internal parts, which took time to heal.
Growling deep guttural sounds, the wolf slashed a last look at Jaz, then trotted off.
The hunter emptied his magazine with rapid shots. He missed the wolf, but the human had no light on his target and lacked the wolf’s night vision.
Her heart bounced all over her chest from adrenaline overload. She should get out of here while she had a chance, but a healer did not leave an injured person. That’s what had gotten her almost killed when she stayed to help that red wolf shifter yesterday.
Adrian.
She’d do it again.
As she walked closer, the shooter’s head whipped in her direction. His gun followed and his eyes were wild with terror.
Rain did little to diminish the smell of fresh blood.
She held her hands up and paused. “I’m a ... doctor. Let me help your friend.”
That shook the guy out of his moment of shock. He knelt by his friend, who made unintelligible noises and clutched his shoulder.
Jaz took that opening to close the distance and drop down on the other side.
The ravaged victim ceased making any sound and his arm fell limp.
His friend begged, “No, George, don’t die!”
She grabbed George’s wrist. A very weak pulse, but she said, “He’s not dead, just passed out. Let me see where he’s bleeding.” She tore his shirt open at the bullet entry point. Too much blood rushed out.
He wouldn’t make it to a hospital.
“I’m sorry, George,” his friend cried.
She didn’t waste time debating. Grabbing the upset hunter’s arm, she shook him. “What’s your name?”
“Huh?” He looked up. “Uh, Sam.”
“Okay, Sam. George has a pulse, but it’s weak. Help me lift him so I can see if there is an exit wound.”
Clearly more terrified of his friend dying than worrying about where a strange woman came from, Sam followed her instructions. No exit wound, which meant the bullet was still inside George, but at least they wouldn’t have to stop another hole from bleeding. They lowered him back down.
She put her hand over the wound, but the guy bled from multiple gashes, too. Reaching for his wrist with her free hand, she gently felt for any sign of life.
Sam pulled his phone out in a trembling hand. “No signal. Dammit!”
No pulse either, but she didn’t share that.
Wait, wait, wait ... she felt a tiny flicker of movement. “Listen up, Sam. We need to stabilize him so we can get him to a hospital.”
Sam’s eyes sharpened with focus. “You can save him?”
Instead of answering, she said, “Every second counts.”
His voice got stronger. “Tell me what to do. Please save him.”
She wanted to try, but she needed a moment with no witness. Without looking up, she ordered, “Get a shirt, anything I can wad up and use for compression on the wound to staunch the blood loss.”
“I’m on it.” He jumped up and turned to leave.
Shit, those two wolf shifters were still around and wounded. “Don’t go far, Sam,” she added. “I need you to protect us.”
He spoke over his shoulder as he hurried off. “I’m going for my backpack. Dropped it close.”
Jaz focused on her hand covering the hole in George’s shoulder. She called on the energy in her body.
Tarski warned, This one is bad. Too much and we die.
She couldn’t answer her wolf when she needed every second to connect with this man’s life energy.
He’d stopped breathing.
A buzz started in her chest and traveled down her arm to her index finger then pushed into his body. She flinched at the quick pain that stabbed her heart at how much he needed. With her other hand on his wrist, she waited for any sign of life.
Two seconds. No pulse.
Five seconds. No pulse. Dammit.
Sam’s heavy steps thudded toward them.
George’s pulse thumped slowly like a tiny drum beat. His chest moved slightly with an inhale. Not much, but he took another painful sounding breath.
She let out a pent-up breath and gave thanks to the powers bestowed on her for some reason she couldn’t explain. She’d never been good with losing anyone she tried to heal, but saving this man had been a balm to her ravaged soul. She could have used the distraction to run from the wolves and the humans, but that would have made her just as at fault for his death.
Her heart wiggled with a little moment of joy.
George was not healed by a long shot, but he now had a chance to survive if they could get him to professional human medical car
e.
True to his word, Sam dropped his backpack next to George’s prone body in less than a minute. He had a light on his camo hat illuminating George and kept it angled down or he’d have blinded her.
She listened for any noise or sign of the wolves coming back. None.
Maybe those two had headed out to find a place to heal.
She gave Sam directions. “Fold the cloth in a square no larger than your palm. I want it thick.” When he had that done, she said, “Press it over the wound when I remove my hand.”
Sam did as instructed, but he couldn’t hold the padding in place and carry George.
She pulled off her wet shirt, leaving her upper body covered only by an oversized tank top. She ripped the material to make a long bandage to wrap around George’s chest and shoulder. That would hold the padding in place and prevent losing more blood when they moved him.
Once she had the square of cloth wrapped tightly in place, she stood. “How close is your truck?”
“’Bout a quarter mile. We were on our way back when I stopped to piss. He wandered off. That’s when I heard his shot.” Sam swallowed. “Hope I didn’t kill my best friend.”
“He’s breathing. Let’s get moving.” She reached down to grasp George’s feet even though she could have easily carried a human male by herself.
Sam carefully, lifted George under his shoulders.
George moaned and Sam smiled. “Best sound I could hear right now.”
She smiled back at the poor guy.
Sam wobbled his way over downed trees and through brush, but he seemed to know exactly where they were going. Good thing, because she paid attention only to any sound or smell of an approaching threat.
If even one wolf came back for retaliation, she’d have to shift to protect the men. That would ruin her chance at entering a small town without drawing attention so she could find a missing woman. People tended to remember what a stranger looked like before she turned into a wolf and would put out the drum beat about her.
At a large four-door pickup truck, Sam opened the rear door and climbed in, pulling George behind him. When he stepped out the other side, he looked across to her. “Do you have a car here?” He frowned and asked, “What were you doing out there?”