by Luna Lucas
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Guarded By the Wolf
By: Luna Lucas
Guarded By the Wolf
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
MY COWBOY HERO
Bonus Book 1 Description
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
About Author – Eveline Hart
BONUS BOOK 2 Description
The Innocent Fighter
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
BONUS BOOK 3 Description
The Missing Girl
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
About Author – Joli Torres
BONUS BOOK 4 Description
Vampire Quest
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter One
She stood on her tiptoes and closed her eyes as her lips made contact with his.
His lips were soft, careful, and unassuming. He didn’t rush and seemed to be taking cues from her instead of trying to take the lead. It was quite romantic, really. She felt the slight, early morning breeze ripple through her curly, golden hair. The cool air also felt nice on her cheeks. She had been feeling a little feverish the previous night. But this was nice. Of course it was nice… why was she thinking about how she had been feeling feverish the previous night? She was supposed to be kissing her boyfriend. Her mind was not supposed to be wandering. She was not supposed to be thinking about anything; she was supposed to be lost in the moment.
They broke apart, and he smiled down at her. His smile really was beautiful, she thought. She had spent a lot of time with him during the summer – after all, Hailwood was one of the smallest towns in North Carolina – so it wasn’t as grand a moment of reunion as it may have seemed. His light-brown eyes bore into hers as he looked down at her. She reached up and ruffled his hair playfully, making him laugh – and effectively breaking the remaining contact between them.
The yard was now starting to fill up as the time for the first class of the day was nearing and more and more students began to arrive. It was the first day of the school year and the first day of Donna Sawyer’s junior year. Life was good, she told herself, as Collin took hold of her hand and they began to walk towards the main building of the campus. Collin was everything that a seventeen-year-old girl could dream of: he was gorgeous, smart, romantic, and he had a charming smile. They’d had fun that summer.
In one moment, however, Donna’s attempt to convince herself that she was happy was interrupted. Collin pulled her into an empty side corridor as they were walking down the main hallway. He pulled her closer till his forehead rested against hers.
“I love you,” he said.
Donna stared at him, her mind racing fast as she tried to think of something to say. Like his kiss, his words had been cautious and unassuming. However, professing his love for her after just four months of dating was, in Donna’s opinion, anything but cautious. She liked Collin. She liked how he looked at her with those eyes, how he was easy going and fun to be around, and how he got along with her best friend, Brook Macdonald, better than any of the other boys she had dated in the past. She liked that he didn’t mind taking things slow, how he pretended to be interested in her artwork and music and how he left her alone when she wanted to be alone (which was quite often).
But she certainly did not love him, and she was not going to pretend she did.
“I can’t say that back, Collin.” She knew that her tone probably sounded harsh – that’s how she came across to most people – when, in truth, she was simply being honest. “I don’t mean that I don’t care for you – I do. But it has just been four months…”
“Seventeen weeks, actually,” Collin corrected.
Donna sighed. “That just makes it sound like even less, Collin.”
He nodded and suddenly, Donna felt terrible. “I’m really sorry.”
“For not loving me back?” There was a hint of amusement in his eyes, and Donna smiled uncertainly.
“So… you’re not angry?” she asked hopefully.
“No,” he said immediately. “I understand. Come on; we’ll be late for class.”
Just as they were leaving the corridor, Donna almost bumped into someone who had been rushing down the hallway.
“Oh, hello, Don,” said the boy. He glanced at Collin. “Hello… whoever you are.”
“Hello, Sam.” Donna smiled. She was extremely fond of Sam, even if he was obnoxious most of the time. “This is Collin Smith.”
“Oh, really?” Sam glanced at him again. “Tell me more about him,” he said with mock interest. Donna smacked his arm but laughed. “Hey, have you seen Raymond?”
“Nope.”
“What about you, Cameron?”
“My name is Collin.”
“I know. Have you seen Raymond Price?”
“No…”
“All right, then.” He turned to Donna. “Don’t skip class.” He winked at her.
“Thanks for the advice, Sam.”
“Bye, Don. Bye… whoever you are.” He hurried away.
Collin frowned. “What is with him, anyway?”
Donna was trying not to laugh at the expression on his face. “Oh, no one knows.”
Chapter Two
Donna sat under the large, shady tree that she liked to refer to as her own tree. She leaned against the huge trunk as her hand moved over the smooth page of her sketchbook. She was using a simple, lead pencil like she usually used when she wasn’t at home and could not carry her drawing equipment. She was lost in thoughts as her hand moved instinctively to the right spots, creating a new picture, forming the reflections of her mind. Sometimes she was surprised by her own drawings – when she sat down to draw, she was never entirely sure what the end product would be.
She was done w
ith classes for the day, but her best friend, Brook, was not. Donna had not seen her all day and decided that she would wait for her. The large front garden of the school, right next to the yard, was almost empty.
“Why didn’t you tell me you have a new boyfriend, Donna?” Sam’s voice interrupted her concentration as he flopped down next to her on the ground. Donna looked up at him. He had black hair, gray eyes, and was pretty handsome. He was one of those boys that half the girls in school wanted to date.
“Because, Sam, I have hardly seen you all summer. Where have you been?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Don’t try to change the subject now.”
“Well, now you know I have a new boyfriend.” Donna closed her sketchbook, knowing that she wouldn’t get any work done with Sam around. “That’s what counts, right?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “He seems… nice.”
“Thanks, but I didn’t ask for your opinion.” She stood, pulling him up with her. “Let’s go look for Brook.” She slid her arm through his as they began to walk.
“Hey, have I ever mentioned my friends Josh and Hazel?” Sam said.
“Hmm.” Donna pretended to look thoughtful. “Only about a million times.”
“They just joined this school,” Sam said brightly, ignoring her quip.
Sam Davis and Josh Parker had been best friends since childhood. Hazel was Josh’s sister. Although Josh and Hazel had grown up in the same small town that Donna had lived her whole life, she had never met them.
“I thought their family moved away to some other town,” Donna said.
“Yeah, well, they moved back, genius. You have to meet them.”
“Great,” Donna said nonchalantly. “Is that what you’ve been up to all summer? Hanging out with them?”
A few minutes later, they found Brook just as the bell signaling the end of the day started ringing. She was accompanied by Raymond Price as she left her classroom. Students streamed by, eager to finally get out of school.
“Hey, Ray.” Donna raised her hand in a high-five while Sam and Brook greeted each other. Donna then turned to Brook. “I was waiting for you.”
Brook raised her eyebrows. “What’s the special occasion?”
“My day felt empty without seeing you,” Donna said in a dramatic voice, making Brook laugh.
“Let’s get out of here then.”
Donna and Brook walked a little ahead of the two boys.
“He said I love you?” Brook said disbelievingly after Donna had finished telling her the story. “After a four-month relationship? Does he think this is a movie or something?”
“Well, Dan said it to you just after six months,” Donna pointed out. “It isn’t much of a difference.”
“Dan was a jerk, and he only said that to distract me from the fact that he was texting Shelly Parkinson.” Brook pretended to shudder. “But I didn’t expect such immature behavior from Collin.”
“I know how ridiculous it is,” Donna said. “I was not expecting this from Collin either.”
“And you didn’t say it back. How did he react?”
Donna shrugged. “He didn’t say much.” She was silent for some time while Donna processed this new information. “Anyway, I have a lot of other stuff to worry about right now.”
Brook looked at her. “Today is the day?”
Donna nodded glumly. Her dad was going away again today. He was a photojournalist who spent most of his time traveling. Donna hated when he was away, but she didn’t say anything to him; she knew how much he loved his job and she didn’t want to be the one holding him back. Nevertheless, the thought of returning to an empty house – for what would probably be months – did nothing to make her happy.
Lost in thought, she didn’t notice when a tall boy with long, black hair walked up to her.
“Hey, Donna, can I talk to you for a moment?”
Donna looked at him in surprise, noticing him for the first time. “I’m in a bit of a hurry, Peter.” She didn’t feel like getting into a conversation with him right then because those almost always ended in an argument or a fight. She and Peter had been childhood friends and had practically grown up together since he lived in the same neighborhood. Up until a year ago, they had been inseparable, but that was before certain events had taken place that had forced her to end their friendship. Nevertheless, he still had a habit of coming up to her and trying to fix things.
“Why didn’t you call me back all summer?” he demanded.
Sam and Raymond had now caught up with the two girls and stood there, watching the scene in front of them. A few more people approached them – Donna saw that they were friends of Peter.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” said Chase Dawson. He was huge and muscular and had sleek blond hair.
A girl with short black hair, dark lipstick and mascara spoke up. “What are you doing talking to her? You said she was dead to you and that it was over.”
“It is over,” Donna said firmly, trying not to show that she was hurt by his comment of her being dead to him. She never really liked the company he kept, which had been one of the reasons she had decided to stop hanging around with him. His group of friends was diverse, but they shared a few things in common: they all were, to a certain degree, addicted to drugs, and they all disliked Donna for some reason.
“Apparently, it’s not,” said another of Peter’s friends, Will. “Is she still your little girlfriend then, Peter?”
Donna looked around. Students were beginning to gather around the place to see what the commotion was all about. “Look, this is not the time for this,” she said in a hushed voice. “I don’t want to create a scene.”
Chase took a step forward. “You must forgive us. You see, Peter here told us that your… friendship… was over.”
From the corner of her eyes, Donna saw Sam step forward, matching Chase’s move.
“And Will here has raised an interesting question,” Chase continued.
“Really?” Brook shouted. “We weren’t particularly interested. So why don’t you –”
“Nobody asked you,” retorted Rachel, the girl with the dark lipstick.
“Well, nobody asked you to –” began Brook.
“The question here is whether or not the relationship between –” Chase began to say.
“What the hell is it to you anyway?” Sam snarled, stepping in front of Donna. “Why don’t you back the hell off?”
Donna looked desperately to Raymond, who was the only one known to remain calm in tense situations, but he looked as helpless as she felt.
“Watch your step, Davis,” Chase said threateningly.
“You better get the hell out of here before –”
“Sam,” Donna said, trying to pull him away from Chase to put some distance between them, but he wouldn’t move. “Sam, it’s all right. We’re leaving.”
“I don’t think so,” said Will. “Not before we figure out if our friend Peter is still being foolish and talking to Donna here.”
Raymond stepped forward. “Why don’t we all just calm down? There is a time and place for everything.”
“Which is here and now,” Chase said, his eyes still fixed on Sam. Donna did not even want to think about what would happen if a fight were to break out between the two boys. They both were muscular, well-built, extremely strong, and incredibly egoistic.
“Will everyone cool down?” Donna snapped. “Even if fighting over who Peter is friends with were a brilliant idea, we’d all get in trouble for all this nonsense. Principal Smith is around here somewhere. Now can everyone go back to their own business, please? Everyone.” She emphasized the last word, looking at all the onlookers who had gathered around. No one moved.
“Let’s just go,” Peter muttered, who had been standing there the whole time, looking terribly confused.
“Not until you prove to us that it really is over between you two,” Rachel snarled. “Is she still your girlfriend, Peter?”
“I was never –”
“She was never –”
“Even if she was,” Brook spoke over the both of them, “what the hell is it to you, Rachel?”
“Rachel is not the only one who has a problem with it,” Chase said. “We all are terribly interested in knowing the truth. Peter?” He looked at Peter inquiringly. “You said your friendship was over. What are you doing talking to her?”
Donna watched as Peter opened his mouth and closed it.
“Don’t tell me you’re still fascinated by her ‘mysteriousness’ and her ‘dark artwork’ and all that nonsense,” Chase continued. For a moment, everyone watched Peter.
Then, many things happened at once.
Sam stepped forward, his eyes full of fury. Raymond pulled Donna back in anticipation of the fight that was just about to ensue. Will moved to Chase’s side to aid him. Brook opened her mouth, about to say something. Peter looked at Donna as though he wanted to say something.
One occurrence, however, outweighed all the others. Out of nowhere, a tall boy with untidy, black hair appeared somewhere behind Brook. He pushed past everyone, and in one graceful and completely ground-shaking movement, punched Chase squarely in the jaw. Donna stared in surprise, Brook gasped, and Raymond let out a small groan. Chase lay on the floor, clutching his jaw. There was silence, and no one moved.