Bound To The Wolf King's Secret: The Bounty
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Sable Cross has one rule left standing after eight years of chasing supernatural skips for cash under the trade name Wraith, don't take a job that isn't already half finished, and don't ask too many questions about what your target actually is until the payment clears.
She breaks both rules on what is supposed to be her very last bounty, a routine skip trace that turns into a dead sprint through downtown alleys when her target shifts, mid chase, into something with claws and considerably more teeth than the file photo suggested.
She survives the night only because a stranger built like a small apocalypse steps directly between her and a very large wolf and ends the confrontation without breaking a sweat, and she survives the following morning only because that same stranger, Kieran Sinclair, decides not to have her memory wiped or her body disposed of, the two standard options for humans who accidentally witness the world Sable just fell into.
Kieran does not explain, at first, why he already knows her name, her birthday, and the exact street corner where her family was murdered when she was seven years old.
He does not explain, either, why an old, patient dread has been sitting behind his eyes since the moment he recognized her face in that alley.
What he offers instead is a job, considerably better paid than skip tracing, considerably more dangerous, and requiring her to pose as his fiancée at a gathering of packs that includes the same faction responsible for burning her childhood pack to the ground.
Sable came looking for one last payday.
She breaks both rules on what is supposed to be her very last bounty, a routine skip trace that turns into a dead sprint through downtown alleys when her target shifts, mid chase, into something with claws and considerably more teeth than the file photo suggested.
She survives the night only because a stranger built like a small apocalypse steps directly between her and a very large wolf and ends the confrontation without breaking a sweat, and she survives the following morning only because that same stranger, Kieran Sinclair, decides not to have her memory wiped or her body disposed of, the two standard options for humans who accidentally witness the world Sable just fell into.
Kieran does not explain, at first, why he already knows her name, her birthday, and the exact street corner where her family was murdered when she was seven years old.
He does not explain, either, why an old, patient dread has been sitting behind his eyes since the moment he recognized her face in that alley.
What he offers instead is a job, considerably better paid than skip tracing, considerably more dangerous, and requiring her to pose as his fiancée at a gathering of packs that includes the same faction responsible for burning her childhood pack to the ground.
Sable came looking for one last payday.













































