Summit of the Wolf

An Unbreakable Bond

Morgan Carter is a claimed werewolf. Only her mate, Greyson Crawford, has the right to protect her, and to love her. But that hasn’t stopped rival packs from challenging Greyson’s claim. Morgan is the last silver wolf—the only female with the ability to produce werewolf offspring, which means there are many who would defy pack law to make her their own.

An Unstoppable Evil

When war comes to the Silver Wolf Clan on the eve of The Summit, Morgan and Greyson have no choice but to fight for their kind. With the arrival of an ancient enemy, the two realize that the war has only just begun, and to survive the greatest threat they have ever faced, they must learn to trust each other again…

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Silver Wolf Clan Series

Silver Wolf Cl
an, Book One

Black Wolf’s Revenge, Book Two

Brand of the Pack, Book Three

Summit of the Wolf, Book Four

An Unwilling Husband

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A Silver Wolf Clan Novel

Tera Shanley

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For Anthony

A huge thank you to Corinne DeMaagd for her work on cleaning up this story. To my husband and children, who put up with my ever-shifting work hours. For my parents, Paul and Paula Muller who always support me in whatever crazy schemes I come up with. And finally, thank you to Lyrical Press and to Renee Rocco for giving this series a home.

Morgan gasped and clung to the grab handle of Greyson’s truck for dear life. A horrible screeching sound of metal on metal wailed out as another car collided with the bed of the truck. The men chasing them pulled away, then floored it to catch up again.

Grey’s hand clenched her thigh protectively as he hit the gas and tried to maneuver away from the four-wheeled battering ram. “If we roll, I want you to get out as fast as you can and run for the woods. Change, and when you are a wolf, run for Dean’s.”

“I won’t leave you.” She panted, terror seizing her chest. Her dark hair whipped out of the broken window when she turned and saw the black Ford Escape catching up to them again.

“They’ll take you, Morgan. It’ll be Montana all over again.”

Montana. Just the word brought on the cold sweats. That’s where her kidnappers had taken her. That’s where she had been battered and abused for what she was—for being Silver Wolf.

“What do they want?”

“They want you, and they are determined to plow right through me to get to you. They must have been tailing us all day because they knew the minute we left the hotel.”

Well, the honeymoon was over. Dean had called an hour ago with the message, “Get home now.” Clearly, he’d lost his mind. That old wolf knew better than to give Grey an order. Demon Wolf would happily rip his throat out and squat on the grave if he wasn’t his friend and ally.

Dean had given the message and hung up. Never a good sign when the Dallas pack alpha didn’t offer an explanation. Trouble was coming, and it was as big and wide as a sandstorm.

The Escape jerked away and then swerved into them again with an explosion of metal and glass. The back of the truck fishtailed, and Grey struggled to straighten it back out without slowing. They swerved across the dirt road as if it was made of ice and not Texas gravel. If they rolled here, they’d be just miles from Dean’s property, where they could find backup. Dean’s pack had made a pledge to ally themselves with Grey’s in order to offer Morgan protection—the perks of being one of a kind.

She ripped her gaze from the dizzying road before them. Grey’s sandy blond hair thrashed around his face, and his eyebrows furrowed with unbridled focus. His jaw clenched against the beautifully masculine angles of his face, but his eyes belonged to the lupine Bringer of Death inside of him, golden yellow and seething. The other car was catching up again, but her mate just smiled as if he knew a secret.

Wolf thrived on danger.

She spun to find Brent’s SUV pulling up beside the Escape. Fine-grained dirt billowed in a trail behind it, and Dean’s most submissive wolf leaned forward against the steering wheel with such a look of concentration, she almost missed Jason, the pack enforcer, shouting encouragement from the passenger seat.

The cavalry had arrived.

Grey’s truck couldn’t take much more, and the driver of the Escape was cocky. He whipped his car into our side in a final effort to release Grey’s Chevy from the road, but at the same moment, Brent sideswiped the back end of the attacker. It was enough. The Escape spun out of control, barely missing Brent as he jerked the wheel to avoid them. Morgan screamed as the truck slid to the side and down into the steep ditch that defined the road like a mote on each side.

Grey punched the gas, but the angle was too severe to escape the ditch. They came to a dusty stop as the truck rocked and groaned against the abuse.

Through the fog of grit, Brent pulled over and Jason hopped out to check on the flipped Escape.

“We’re good,” the burly wolf said in a quiet, somber voice. Werewolf hearing didn’t require much yelling.

“Give me a minute,” Grey said as he threw the truck into neutral. “We’re stuck.”

Morgan slid over into the driver’s side. She gripped the steering wheel as her mate picked up the back end of the vehicle as if it was a gallon of milk.

His phone trilled loudly, and she hunched against the sound. Dean’s name flashed across the screen. She punched
accept
. “Dean? I’m putting you on speaker. Grey’s getting us out of a ditch.”

“Everyone alright?” He asked.

She glanced at the upside-down Escape. “Mostly.”

She lurched forward as Grey shifted the truck, then turned the steering wheel and angled the tires while he shoved them forward. Geez, her mate was strong. She’d seen just how tough he was before, but it still caught her by surprise.

“Sorry I interrupted the honeymoon, but I have news,” Dean said. “Brandon and Logan were out for a run, and they smelled a bunch of unfamiliars near your property line. They crossed over to get a better look, and there are three full carloads of wolves waiting at the cabin. They ran back here to Change and fill me in. How do you want to handle this?”

Morgan slid over to the passenger’s seat when Grey opened the door.

There was no surprise in Grey’s voice, only grim acceptance as he crawled behind the wheel and slammed the door closed. “We’re about to turn into your drive right now.”

“You want to try to wait them out over here?”

“No. They’ll wise up sooner or later and head to your place. We don’t want that, and I don’t think waiting them out will deter them, anyway. I need to bring Morgan over to wait with Rachel and Marissa. I’ll try to talk them down, but I might need backup if it gets ugly.”

“Yep, whatever you need. I’ve called the pack in. Everyone is here but Jason and Brent, and they should be here any minute.”

Grey slid burning golden eyes to the rearview mirror. “Yeah, they are right behind me.”

“Good. See you in a few.”

He gripped the helpless phone and tossed it into the console with a clunk. That phone didn’t even realize how lucky it was to be spared Wolf’s violence.

“Grey, you are still injured from the challenges. You can’t fight them right now, and I can’t wait at Dean’s place not knowing what is happening.”

“I’ll try to keep it from going there. I’ll be all right, and Dean and the boys will back me up if I need it. You can’t be there because it will make them crazy, and we’ll lose any chance we have at keeping it civil. I need to know you are safe.” He squeezed her leg gently.

She held her tongue. It would do no good to put her fears on him. He had enough to worry about at the moment, even if he looked calm and collected. Wolf was made for conflict.

The pack was waiting on the front porch as he pulled the truck to an abrupt stop. Brent and Jason skidded to a halt behind them. Marissa, her young packmate, dragged her through the front door and past the murmured strategy. Rachel, Dean’s mate, sat on the couch biting her thumbnail absently. Even when she looked at Morgan, she was a hundred miles away. Morgan sat heavily beside her, and Marissa perched on the arm of the sofa. None of them spoke, and their collective worry filled the room until it was hard to breathe. This kind of conflict, with the number of wolves involved, could potentially wipe out entire packs.

This was all her fault. She was Silver Wolf, the only breeding female werewolf in existence, and the male werewolves were in a violent frenzy to claim her. She had brought a fight to the door of the ones she loved because of what she was. It was a burning ember in her gut. Grey stood by the front windows, his silhouette stern and authoritative. He was planning the most efficient way to save her. She was completely helpless to stop what was coming. Even if she gave herself over to another pack, there would be fights for her there, as well. Not for her. For Silver Wolf. People would be hurt, people she cared about, and the consequences would be unforgiveable.

Grey turned from the window to leave, and she rushed to say goodbye. The girls followed her.

“Where is Dean?” Rachel asked.

Grey turned, his lips set in a thin, somber line. “He and the boys are changing. They are going to wait in the woods to see if I can get these men on their way without a fight. If I can’t, they will already be wolves, and we will hopefully have the element of surprise on our side.” He kissed Morgan fiercely and squeezed her arm. “Stay put. We’ll come get you when it’s done.”

He had said “we,” not “I.” He wasn’t making her any promises.

Grey shoved Wade’s big medical box in the misshapen bed of the injured truck and drove away. The Chevy grew smaller and smaller until it faded into the woods. Her heart hammered like a death march, and the sinking feeling in her stomach became quicksand. Her wolf howled that she’d never see her mate again.

“We have to do something,” she said as she came back into the house.

Rachel shrugged miserably. “What can we do? They told us to stay here. And it’s not like we can fight them. We would be sitting targets.”

“Not Morgan.” Marissa had been quiet, and when she spoke up her eyes cast an eerie light gray. “I don’t think they would hurt Morgan because she is the prize, right?”