Running With The Pack
Big Easy Shifters: Book Four
Abby Knox
Copyright © 2021 by Abby Knox
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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.
First edition published 2018
Edited by Aquila Editing
Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations
Contents
Prologue
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
Epilogue
About the Author
Also by Abby Knox
Prologue
The dirty yellow Labrador Retriever, Sam, pawed the tattoo parlor's back door and whined urgently.
Just an hour before, Sam had been minding his own business, hungrily exploring the New Orleans back alleys for food scraps. The city was lousy with shifters who tolerated normal dogs on their monthly scavenger hunts. The wolf-shifters seemed to have moved their feeding frenzy out of the city within the last few months, though. None of the regular stray dogs knew why this change had occurred. They only knew that their larger, scarier companions were now scarce and less available to use for cover. Animal control was catching more of them now that the wolves had moved on to other sources of food.
Although highly food motivated, Sam also simply liked the wolf shifters. The ones called Bobby and Pen were his favorite. Ever since he was a pup, Sam enjoyed watching the two of them race each other. The two of them were playful in wolf form and kind to him in human form. Sam liked Gavin, too. And Ash, and Vann. Gavin always waited at the back of the pack for anyone lagging behind. He may not have been the leader, but he was the most protective, no matter anyone’s bloodline.
But, as Sam grew to adulthood, he found himself enjoying the street life less and less. Maybe spending so much time following behind half-wolf, half-humans had some kind of domesticating effect on Sam. Maybe he saw how the wolf shifters lived in warm houses and drove in cars and wanted that for himself. His greatest wish was to go and live with Bobby and Pen. He often wondered if they knew, as he did, that they were fated to be together.
If they could go ahead and make that happen sooner rather than later, Sam would appreciate it. He would love to ride in Bobby’s car with his head out the window. Whenever he was around either of them, he sensed unsettled energy around them. Why did humans—even half-humans—delay the demands of their instincts? He would have thought a man possessing half a canine inside him would be more driven toward affection and family. But it was not the case with Bobby. Darkness hovered over Bobby that regular old dogs didn’t understand.
Sam picked up a lot of things when it came to scents. Fated mates, anger, illness, love. What he sensed at this moment, as he pawed the back door of the shifter named Gavin’s tattoo parlor that night was something far worse than anger or hunger. Fear.
Gavin was in there, and he was in trouble. Another species—probably feline—also was there, also in fear. The scent that alarmed Sam the most was Manny’s. One of Gavin’s tattoo artists, Manny, scared Sam.
Sam pawed at the heavy steel door, but it was shut tight. He quieted down his whining and listened.
The shifters inside the building were bound by magic, a very dark sort of magic, and they couldn’t move. Even if Sam could turn the knob and open the door, he would be no help to the magical beast against an evil spell.
Sam listened, sniffed, and understood. Gavin and his companion needed help; Sam had to go and find Bobby. The dog turned, lifted his snout into the air, and waited for Bobby’s scent to guide him.
That’s the thing about shifters. Normal humans have potent scents. Shifters leave an imprint everywhere they go, like a homing beacon.
Sam finally hit on the information that he needed; the scent in the air told him where to go to find Bobby. Sprinting down to the riverside as fast as he could go, Sam picked up everyone’s scents: Bobby, Pen, Vann, all of those in the pack.
So why wasn’t Gavin with his pack tonight? Doesn’t matter. None of his business. He just needed Bobby. Bobby would know what to do.
Chapter One
Pen
The kidnapping of Lionel DuChamp might have been the most thrilling escapade in Pen’s young life. And that was saying a lot for a wolf shifter.
She might have looked like a good girl to everyone who knew Pen as one of the brightest up-and-coming interior designers and businesswomen of New Orleans. Still, Pen had a secret that none of her clients knew. She was perhaps the most loyal and fiercest of her pack of cursed half-wolves.
As such, when the happiness of the pack was threatened, Pen would do anything. Including storming a Garden District mansion in broad daylight.
Shifting into her complete wolf form, Pen burst through the locked doors of Lionel’s study. The father of the bride had thought he could hole up for the duration of his daughter Rosemary’s wedding day. Lionel’s clan was made up of panther shifters. He was none too keen on his only daughter marrying Ashton Boudreaux, a wolf shifter and son of Lionel’s most hated business rival, Jimmy Boudreaux. Lionel was from old money; Jimmy made his fortune slinging his special recipe chicken. From what Pen understood, Jimmy had turned down Lionel’s repeated attempts to buy the chicken franchise and that history had always eaten away at Lionel. However, the more Pen’s friendship grew with the bride, Rosemary, the more she wondered
