Wolf Bound
The White Wolf Prophecy, Book One
Kayleigh King
Copyright © 2020 by Kayleigh King
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ISBN: 978-0-578-64201-7
For my Family
Who told me to leave the driveway, but it’s too peopley outside and I’d much rather talk to the people living in my head.
Contents
1. Pruitt
2. Ryker
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SOUL BOUND
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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Pruitt
“Good God, are you even helping?” I grunt as I hoist the heavy dresser up another stair step.
“Would you prefer to walk backwards up these stairs? You’re more than welcome to switch positions with me!” Aunt Addison hisses down at me. Her usually sweet voice is harsh and has a bite to it I’m not used to.
“I don’t think moving has been conducive to our relationship.” My arms burn as I struggle to keep my hold on the large piece of wood furniture. “You’ve been very testy, and you seem to be taking it out on me. But let me remind you, moving here was your idea, not mine. You were the one who said, and I quote, ‘The fresh Montana air will do us some good,’” I mimic in my best Addison voice going up an octave. “But you’ve been a brat the whole time, and you’re not lifting with your legs! Heave woman!”
“Pru, don’t make me laugh,” Addison says with a snicker. I can’t see her face from this angle, but I know she’s biting her lower lip and her brow is pulled together in frustration. “I’ve had an itch on my nose for the last three minutes, and if you don’t think I haven’t thought about letting this thing go and scratching it, you’re wrong. So don’t tempt me!”
With a final push, we’re able to get the dresser to the top landing. Once we have the dresser secure on flat ground, I step back and flop to the ground. “I can’t believe you told those mover guys we didn’t need help lugging the rest of this shit up these stairs.” I push a lock of blonde hair off my sweaty forehead. “What were you thinking?”
“I didn’t want them to think we were weak girls who couldn’t move our own furniture.” Addie leans on the top of the dresser and rests her head on her arm.
It’s only ever been Addie and me. We’ve always been strong-headed and are always reluctant to ask for help, but in this case, we really do need it.
“Addie, we are weak girls who can’t move our own furniture,” I say straight-faced. “It took us a half-hour to get this beast up the steps, and that’s not even the largest piece of furniture we have to move!” Addison looks over the railing to the pile of boxes and belongings we have yet to haul up.
“Yeah, I know.” She groans as she stretches her back. “That’s why I called them an hour ago, and they’re coming back in the morning.”
“So what you’re saying is, I just risked my life moving this damn thing for no reason?” Addie’s lips thin in a stubborn scowl, and she offers no defense because she doesn’t have one. “Well, in that case, I’m going to bed.” I pull myself off the ground and head down the hall, kissing Addison’s cheek as I pass. Her hazel eyes look tired, and her light brown hair is falling from the French braid she had tied it into this morning. I hope she follows my lead and goes to bed.
“Don’t even think about coming and asking me to help you until there are double digits on the clock!” I warn her over my shoulder.
I should be missing San Francisco more than I am. For a place I’ve called home for fourteen years, I’m shocked at how easy it was for me to walk away from it all. I didn’t think twice about agreeing to move with Addison to Montana when she made the decision to leave. At the age of twenty, I had the option of staying in California by myself and continuing to go to the local college there. But Addison is the only family I have ever known, and the idea of being on my own did not sit well with me. So, I packed up my life with Addie a couple of days ago and made the drive to Montana with her.
Addison is originally from Montana, and though all her family is gone now, she felt the need to return to her roots and come home. She bought a farmhouse on a large piece of land and for the past six months, has had it renovated and readied for our arrival. It still has many of its original characteristics, like the exposed wood beams in the ceiling and heavy oak doors. Having lived in a modern condo for most of my life, the rustic feel of my new home is a welcomed change. I am, however, thankful she had every bathroom and the kitchen updated. The old fixtures were antiquated and damaged. And the original wallpaper in my bathroom with the colorful birds on it
