To Kill a Wolf: BBW Werewolf Erotic Romance (North Wolves Novella Series Book 1) by Natalie Kristen
Authors: Natalie Kristen
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CHAPTER
ONE
“Has she ever shifted
into wolf form?” Mason rubbed his whiskered chin and asked his
counselors.
“No, Alpha. Leah
Miller isn't a full werewolf. She's half human. She can't shift,
she can't fight, she's...weak,” Deadra answered with a gleam in
her cold, blue eyes. “We've tried to train her, but she has
never succeeded in shifting. We have done all we can for her, Alpha.
There is nothing more we can do.” She paused and added in a
snide whisper, “There is nothing more she can do. Leah
is—weak. The weakest link in the Dark Moon pack.”
Mason leaned back in his
leather chair and listened to the assenting voices of his counselors.
His expression betrayed nothing. His eyes drifted over the six
werewolves seated round the conference table. These were his six
strongest wolves, his inner circle. They held all the power and
authority in the Dark Moon pack. Mason narrowed his eyes as he
considered the plan. A pack was only as strong as its weakest wolf.
And right now, their weakest wolf wasn't even a wolf. She was a half
human, half werewolf who couldn't even shift. And she wasn't a good
fighter. He had watched some of the training sessions, and Leah had
never won a single fight. She was always beaten up good and proper
during the sparring sessions, and she never fought back.
The other trainees picked on
her, and the trainers did nothing to stop them. It was every wolf
for himself. If you couldn't even defend yourself within the pack,
how could you be counted on to defend the pack?
Mason smirked. Leah Miller
deserved to be thrashed. But to her credit, Leah took her beatings
in silence. She never cried out, never begged for mercy, and never
asked for help from anyone. But of course she would know that no
help would be forthcoming. Pleading and grovelling would only earn
her more scorn and more bruises.
Mason had plans and
ambitions for the Dark Moon pack. To be the strongest wolf pack in
North County, he had to make sure that only the strongest wolves
remained in the pack.
Deadra was right. Leah
Miller was their weakest link.
A culling was necessary.
For the good of the pack.
Mason held up his hand to
silence his counselors. His counselors instantly ceased their debate
and six pairs of wolf eyes turned to stare at him.
“I am in agreement
with you, my esteemed counselors. We have done all we can for Leah
Miller. And it is clear that there is nothing she can do for us.
It's time for Leah to leave us. The only question is—how.”
“She can have an
'accident', Alpha,” Tomas spoke up.
Mason inclined his head at
the brash, young werewolf. Tomas wasn't known for his smarts, but he
was brutal and ruthless in a fight. The sort of wolf Mason needed
for his expansion plans. If he wanted to take over the territories
of the other packs, he needed fighters, killing machines who could
obliterate the rival packs.
“We've had too many
accidents in the last few months. If the body of another Dark Moon
wolf is found floating down the river, the other packs would get
suspicious. We don't want the Sheriff and his nosy bears to come
sniffing around our territory,” Hazlynda countered with a shake
of her head.
His counselors nodded.
Hazlynda had a point. They had culled quite a number of wolves from
the pack, but they didn't need anyone poking their noses into their
pack business. If the Sheriff sent his men in to investigate the
Dark Moon pack, they'd have to get rid of the investigators before
they found all the skeletons in the closet and in the ground.
Getting rid of a bunch of external investigators was just too messy
and bloody.
They just needed to kill
Leah, without getting her blood on their hands.
It was Deadra who came up
with a plan.
That she-wolf had a mind
that was almost as cunning and devious as his own. He would have to
keep a close eye on her.
“The Thunderfalls
pack is throwing a banquet to celebrate their pack's centennial
anniversary. Every pack is to send a representative to
ONE
“Has she ever shifted
into wolf form?” Mason rubbed his whiskered chin and asked his
counselors.
“No, Alpha. Leah
Miller isn't a full werewolf. She's half human. She can't shift,
she can't fight, she's...weak,” Deadra answered with a gleam in
her cold, blue eyes. “We've tried to train her, but she has
never succeeded in shifting. We have done all we can for her, Alpha.
There is nothing more we can do.” She paused and added in a
snide whisper, “There is nothing more she can do. Leah
is—weak. The weakest link in the Dark Moon pack.”
Mason leaned back in his
leather chair and listened to the assenting voices of his counselors.
His expression betrayed nothing. His eyes drifted over the six
werewolves seated round the conference table. These were his six
strongest wolves, his inner circle. They held all the power and
authority in the Dark Moon pack. Mason narrowed his eyes as he
considered the plan. A pack was only as strong as its weakest wolf.
And right now, their weakest wolf wasn't even a wolf. She was a half
human, half werewolf who couldn't even shift. And she wasn't a good
fighter. He had watched some of the training sessions, and Leah had
never won a single fight. She was always beaten up good and proper
during the sparring sessions, and she never fought back.
The other trainees picked on
her, and the trainers did nothing to stop them. It was every wolf
for himself. If you couldn't even defend yourself within the pack,
how could you be counted on to defend the pack?
Mason smirked. Leah Miller
deserved to be thrashed. But to her credit, Leah took her beatings
in silence. She never cried out, never begged for mercy, and never
asked for help from anyone. But of course she would know that no
help would be forthcoming. Pleading and grovelling would only earn
her more scorn and more bruises.
Mason had plans and
ambitions for the Dark Moon pack. To be the strongest wolf pack in
North County, he had to make sure that only the strongest wolves
remained in the pack.
Deadra was right. Leah
Miller was their weakest link.
A culling was necessary.
For the good of the pack.
Mason held up his hand to
silence his counselors. His counselors instantly ceased their debate
and six pairs of wolf eyes turned to stare at him.
“I am in agreement
with you, my esteemed counselors. We have done all we can for Leah
Miller. And it is clear that there is nothing she can do for us.
It's time for Leah to leave us. The only question is—how.”
“She can have an
'accident', Alpha,” Tomas spoke up.
Mason inclined his head at
the brash, young werewolf. Tomas wasn't known for his smarts, but he
was brutal and ruthless in a fight. The sort of wolf Mason needed
for his expansion plans. If he wanted to take over the territories
of the other packs, he needed fighters, killing machines who could
obliterate the rival packs.
“We've had too many
accidents in the last few months. If the body of another Dark Moon
wolf is found floating down the river, the other packs would get
suspicious. We don't want the Sheriff and his nosy bears to come
sniffing around our territory,” Hazlynda countered with a shake
of her head.
His counselors nodded.
Hazlynda had a point. They had culled quite a number of wolves from
the pack, but they didn't need anyone poking their noses into their
pack business. If the Sheriff sent his men in to investigate the
Dark Moon pack, they'd have to get rid of the investigators before
they found all the skeletons in the closet and in the ground.
Getting rid of a bunch of external investigators was just too messy
and bloody.
They just needed to kill
Leah, without getting her blood on their hands.
It was Deadra who came up
with a plan.
That she-wolf had a mind
that was almost as cunning and devious as his own. He would have to
keep a close eye on her.
“The Thunderfalls
pack is throwing a banquet to celebrate their pack's centennial
anniversary. Every pack is to send a representative to
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