Marked for Love 1 by Jamie Lake

Marked for Love
    Werewolf Shifter Series Book 1
     
    by
    Jamie Lake
     
    Note: This is Book 1 in the Marked for Love Series. This is a short book with a cliff-hanger at the end.
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    I knew I shouldn’t have gotten in the truck. Something inside me told me I shouldn’t. Maybe it was the way it was cruising much slower than the other cars on this road, almost like it wasn’t in the same hurry as everyone else – or like it was looking for a stray hitchhiker. Or maybe it was how the driver slowed behind me, longer than necessary, sizing me up as if deciding whether I was worth the offer for a ride.
    It was raining outside, I’d been walking along the lonely highway for hours, and I was furious. Max had tricked me. He said we were going to drive into the city, maybe meet up with some friends; but when we stopped at the last gas station, maybe six or so miles back, he drove off without me. At first, I thought it was a joke. He just wanted to give me a little scare, then he’d come back and get me. I walked around the store for a while, then went outside to wait, and then I came back inside to get out of the rain. After three hours, the store clerk was terrified I was there to rob her. She was giving me a look that said, Get out or I’m calling the cops. Not wanting to explain myself to anyone, I started walking. Hopefully someone would let me hitch a ride. My thin hoodie stood no chance against this storm, and I was thoroughly drenched. Every rare car that zoomed past me sprayed mud over my shoes with callous disregard, not slowing for a second to consider helping me out.
    In three hours, not a single person had stopped for my raised thumb, which was my way of pleading to hitch a ride. My teeth were chattering by then, and what had started out as a slow drizzle had formed into a full-blown lightning storm. Lightning danced across the sky frighteningly close to me, and if there’s one thing I’m afraid of, it’s lightning.
    I saw nothing but trees and more trees ahead of me. This place seemed familiar: I had known that Max wasn’t staying too far from where I had grown up, and then I realized, I’d been in this forest before. It had been what, five years? I actually had to focus hard to remember the details of that last trip. Sometimes the brain shelters you from things you don’t want to remember.
    Although it’d been years since I’d been anywhere near here, the memories still haunted me. Not since I was 16 and my dad would drag my younger brother Jerry and me out for our annual camping trips had I stepped foot anywhere near here. My dad really enjoyed coming here. He always told my mom that the city was no place to raise two boys. He loved the way the trees grew up around you: how if you got three steps ahead of each other, it was hard to make out the other person in the dense foliage. The sun set early behind the tree tops, and I think that most of all, he enjoyed the peaceful thunder of birds’ choruses and crickets’ chirpings. I enjoyed none of those things. And I was the most creeped out when I could hear the thick leaves rustling to my left and right, but there was no sign of what caused the disturbance. My dad convinced Jerry that it was just rabbits or harmless snakes, but I wasn’t so sure. I felt like there were intelligent eyes watching me walk to and fro through our small campsite, especially when I had to go off to relieve myself, and it terrified me. Coming to this forest was my dad’s way to get away from the city.
    When I refused to go on our next camping trip, right after my 17th birthday, I offered my dad no explanation why. I could tell he was hurt, but I think he sensed that something out here had shaken me to my core.
    With the forest rolling out in front of me like this, the dark trees starting to climb up either side of the road, details started tumbling back to me. They called