navigate their own damage in time to save his home town? Can they save the one man that believed in Derek and shaped his Damaged Pack in his youth? Can they save themselves?
Come and join this adventure with Derek, Kelly and the rest of the Damaged Pack as they each find their mates and then unite to defend everything they hold dear…
Here is a brief preview of the first story in the Damaged Pack series, Return of the Wolf…
“The old man may be in trouble.”
Seven simple words and yet their effect was so powerful that the man listening at the other end of the line immediately surged to his feet, his throat dry as he demanded with a croak, “Bo, what the hell does that mean?”
Those words from Bo put Derek in a serious sweat because of the entire Damaged Pack, Bo was the most taciturn and least given to exaggeration.
“Calm down, Derek. I said, he may be in trouble. I’m not certain yet.”
There was no need to explain who “the old man” was. Derek knew Bo meant Joshua, the craggy old man they had all come to love and respect like a father. Joshua was more than a mentor; he had picked them all up off the streets— all five of them. He’d dusted them off and set them on the right track to being amazing people with something to offer the world. When they had all discovered they had magical abilities that allowed them to turn into different mythical creatures, Joshua had been the one to teach them to hone their strengths; he had taught them to hide their abilities from humans. He had taught them to watch each other’s backs, and when the five of them had voted to name themselves the Damaged Pack of Weirna, Joshua had cheered them on.
Derek ground his jaw testily. Why was Bo playing semantics? He had known Bo since he was a kid, and not once had he caught the other man in a lie or an exaggeration. If Bo said the old man may be in trouble, it meant the old man was in the very thick of it! Bo was the master of understatements.
For all his wonderful traits, Joshua Cox was also a very stubborn old man. He would never admit that he needed help. And Bo was just as stubborn, Derek thought in exasperation. If Bo was calling now, then he obviously needed help with Joshua’s problem, but he would die before he would admit it.
There was only one possible solution.
“I’ll be on the next plane out!” Derek ground out. The words were tight in his throat as memories of Weirna threatened. It was the only real home he had ever known, but then it had turned out to be his doom too. He shoved the memories aside; he needed to focus more on the good and on Joshua.
“Hey, hold your horses,” Bo interjected in a gruff tone. “You don’t need to do that— yet.”
“Why not?”
“Things haven’t progressed to that point just yet. Heck, I haven’t even contacted any of the others as it is.”
“What’s been going on, Bo?” Derek demanded.
“I’m not sure. Just some vibes I picked up. I’m gonna watch him a little more and get back to you.”
“I’ll call you in two days.”
“Two weeks, Derek. Give me two weeks. Oh, and you won’t be able to reach me. I’ll reach you.”
The line went dead.
“Yo man, they’re here,” someone shouted as Derek returned his phone to his pocket, deep in thought.
He raised his head slightly, sniffed the air a little and then relaxed. The little crowd of ten people were next to harmless; one sniff could tell him loads about an entire room full of people. It was his unique gift.
Derek looked around at his surroundings; natural vegetation on every side, just the way he liked it. Tall forest trees, dense shrubs, the scent of rotting leaves, faint scent of dried animal blood, and wet earth; he was in his element.
He looked at the men, women and two kids assembled before him; they were tourists looking for a good time in the wilds of Kenya. Dexen Resort was his idea; his and his partners’. They had set it up in a place few tourist resorts dared to use. The area was closer to the jungles of Kenya and offered exposure to more wildlife and the government had been on the verge of cordoning it off when he had appeared and offered to buy it. They had