Wolf at the Door: Salvation Pack, Book 1 Read Online Free

down from his gums. She had to be hallucinating. “How did you drug me?” She had to keep talking even though the world around her was shifting and changing in a way she didn’t understand.
    “We didn’t.” The voice behind her was little more than a growl. She tilted her head back and was shocked anew when she got a good look at the creature holding her. Crap, he looked just like his brother, doing the fang thing. This was like something out of one of the stories she’d written. Only her work was total nonfiction, drawn from the minds of folks who pushed over the line of reality and into fantasy.
    Maybe she’d written one story too many and had finally succumbed to madness.
    This was so not happening. Not when things in her life were finally falling into place. Not when she finally had time to work on her dream project—a novel. She wasn’t having it.
    Gwen drew back her foot and kicked Louis in the kneecap with her heel. She wished she were wearing more substantial footwear, heavy-soled boots instead of sneakers. That would do a lot more damage. The action did surprise him enough that he let her go. Or maybe he let go because she’d stopped screaming. Either way, she didn’t care as long as she was free.
    She backed away from both men and put her shoulders against the wall so neither of them could sneak up on her. While both men continued to stare at her, their faces contorted again, this time going back to normal. She blinked, not trusting anything she saw with her own two eyes. How could she? Werewolves didn’t exist. Not in reality. There had to be some trick to what they were doing.
    Her legs shook but she stiffened her knees. She could not show weakness. That was the first rule of facing down any wild animal. And werewolves definitely fell into that category. Come to think of it, so did men.
    Across the room on her desk, her computer hummed along, and it was only then she remembered what was on the screen. She glanced over at it, a reflex action she tried to stop, but it was too late. Both men were aware of the flicker of her eyes and they looked in the direction of her desk.
    “Sonofabitch.” Jacque strode toward her laptop and stared down at the screen. He quickly closed the picture and flicked through the other files that were on the flash drive.
    Gwen cursed herself for not thinking to close the damn computer and hide the files before leaving her desk. Her only excuse was fear, which in her mind was a pretty damn good one.
    Jacque turned to her, his dark eyes practically glowing, which was impossible. This seemed to be the night for that. “What else did he give you?”
    Gwen swallowed past the giant lump in her throat. Would the police eventually find her cold, dead body lying on the cabin floor? They’d probably write it off to a break-in gone wrong. These things happened. Then they’d file her case in some metal cabinet in a basement somewhere and forget she’d ever lived.
    There was no one to remember her. To say she and her parents weren’t close was an understatement. She wasn’t even quite sure where either of them were and didn’t care enough to find out. She had no siblings, no family she was close to. Her legacy was her work and she’d barely even begun to write her book yet. This wasn’t fair.
    “What else?”
    A shiver skated down her spine as he all but whispered the words. Jacque LaForge speaking softly with that deadly look in his eyes was a hell of a lot more scary than any other guy would be yelling and threatening her.
    “Nothing.” She was proud of the fact she’d managed to speak even one word. He growled and she sidled along the wall, trying to get farther away from him.
    “Don’t be afraid, chère .” Louis stepped into her path, stopping her from moving past him.
    Gwen almost snorted at him. Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one being threatened by two gigantic men, or werewolves or whatever the hell they were.
    She took a really good look at them, studying