Disquieted Souls (Black Hills Wolves Book 29)

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Disquieted Souls

Copyright  2015 by Deena Remiel

ISBN: 978-1-61333-907-7

Cover art by Fiona Jayde

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Wolf’s Song

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When Hell Freezes

Portrait of a Lone Wolf

Alpha in Disguise

A Wolf’s Promise

Reluctant Mate

Diamond Moon

Wolf on a Leash

Tempting the Wolf

Naming His Mate

A Wolf Awakens

The Wolf and the Butterfly

Infiltrating Her Pack

Omega’s Heart

Raven’s Claw

Claiming the She-Wolf

Worth Fighting For

Dangerous

Uncaged

Promiscuous Wolf

Disquieted Souls

Coming Soon

A Cougar Among Wolves

Long Road Home

Wolf’s Holiday

Winter Magic

A Mate’s Healing Touch

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A Note From the Author

Welcome, Readers! I’m so glad you’ve chosen to read Disquieted Souls, A Black Hills Wolves novel. I’ve a passion for writing about people who are broken in spirit. People who find their way to happiness and self-acceptance through the love and tender care of another. So, it is with great pleasure that I introduce you to Greyson and Willow, a couple whose disquieted souls are seeking to destroy their demons and find peace, love, and contentment in their lives. I hope their story tugs at your heartstrings and creates a lingering smile on your face when you’re done.

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Disquieted Souls

Willow Bennett, a fashion photographer, has had enough of the career that’s blackened her soul, and wants out. Her passion lies in taking pictures of nature, and she’s determined to make a living from doing it. When she stumbles upon a gruesome scene in the Black Hills Forest, her life is forever changed.

Greyson shouldn't be alive. As the runt of the litter, his mother left him to die in the wilderness. Picked up by Drew, son of the Alpha, he is adopted into the Tao Pack. Rather than living a charmed life, he lives his days alone, tormented by his abandonment and his unique appearance. His soul yearns for acceptance, peace, and closure.

Willow could be the answer to Greyson’s prayers, or the very death of him.

Dedication

To all the disquieted souls seeking their mates

Disquieted Souls

Black Hills Wolves

By

Deena Remiel

Chapter One

Greyson slid his spent shot glass toward the edge of the bar counter. One more, Gee, and make it a double.

His demand only bought him a disapproving glare from the self-righteous bastard. Well, maybe that was a little harsh. After all, he was one of a token few who didn’t treat him like a pariah. Him and Drew, anyway. But such a look. He wasn’t his father, although Gee’d practically raised his sorry ass from birth. So what if he wanted to get shit-faced after a long week of tracking? Surveillance could take a lot out of a man or Wolf.

Gonna honor my request, my overly protective friend? My money’s still good here, ain’t it?

You’ll have a hamburger and fried pickles with your alcohol.

Yes, sir. He snickered and popped a toothpick in his mouth to gnaw on.

He knew better than to argue with the old Bear and flashed him a toothy grin. His motto when it came to Gee? If he grinned at a bear long enough, the bear would eventually return the smile. He’d been grinning at the man for close to thirty years now, and he’d yet to see his goal realized. As the man of few words left to put in the order, Greyson hung his head. He almost never saw Gee at the bar, and he had to pick today to make an appearance. A week spent on edge, tracking an elusive rogue with no results to show for it, ruffled his fur something fierce. Lots of booze or a good screw would settle his disgruntled Wolf down. Seeing as no woman in the town would get within ten feet of him, he figured downing a couple of doubles, at least, were in his future.

He checked his reflection and then around the room through the mirrored backsplash behind the beer taps. There wasn’t a person in the place who didn’t look upon him as some kind of weird anomaly. For as long as he’d lived in Los Lobos, his unique appearance set him apart, and some made it quite clear his odd features made it uncomfortable to be around. Drew, Betty, Gee, and even Ryker were the only ones who’d seen past the pale skin and stark-white hair. Past the peculiar eyes—one indigo blue and the other amber with gold flecks. They saw right to the soul within.

As he’d grown, Greyson loved listening to Gee tell the story of how he came to be part of the Tao pack. He’d been left to die in the wilderness by a mother apparently not interested in caring for the runt of her litter. The Alpha’s son, Drew, found him then Gee unofficially adopted him. As the two young boys grew up together, Drew would vehemently defend him against the other young ones in the pack, but it only seemed to exacerbate the teasing and relentless bullying by some when his friend wasn’t around. Greyson realized soon enough he would have to stand on his own. His violent reaction to a bout of harassment scared the persistent young guns and served to finally put them in their place.

When he was old enough, he’d moved to the fringe of the pack lands, where he felt he wouldn’t be subjected to any more possible taunts and jeers from bigoted Wolves on their way up the pack ladder. Of course, being a newly minted adult, he’d gotten resistance to break out on his own from Gee, but after Magnum expelled Drew, there was no reason to stay close to town. So he built a cabin on the very plot of land where he’d been dumped as a pup, hoping by living there he could someday learn of his mother’s true motivations. A part of him hoped his birth pack lived somewhere nearby, and they’d show up one day for a reunion of sorts to put all his questions to rest.

Gee returned with a basket of fried pickles and a hamburger. He frowned and growled. Eat.

All right, all right. What about that drink?

The were-bear grabbed the bottle of tequila and poured.

Double, please. In fact, you know what? Just pour four shots-worth into a glass for me. Okay?

He raised a brow, shook his head, but poured anyway.

Thank you so much. Don’t worry. I’ll leave the way I came—running on all fours.

With a smirk and a snort, Gee turned on his heel and disappeared into the inner sanctum of his office. Of course, that left an opening for a group of idiots sitting at the table directly to Greyson’s left to behave all sorts of stupid, making derogatory comments under their breath, but loud enough for him to hear. He’d never seen them in the bar before, but not recognizing them didn’t mean anything. So many Wolves had returned home. If they were in Los Lobos, Drew, Ryker and the others knew they were there. Self-consciously, he put his sunglasses on. Maybe giving them one less thing to comment on would make them move on to someone else.

With half a burger downed and a full glass of tequila tossed back, he was ready for their imminent attack. No sooner had he wiped his mouth with a napkin did they get up from their seats and approached. He breathed in slowly, deeply, deliberately to calm his ruffled Wolf.

Hey, freak. The apparent leader of the pack of goons nudged his shoulder with a few fingers. He noted the latent strength in them but refused to respond in the hope they’d get bored and leave. It’s dark. Why you covering up them pretty eyes of yours?

Though every fiber of his being thrummed and ached for him to let lose all the pent-up adrenaline on the asshole, Greyson didn’t turn around, flinch, or remove his sunglasses, either. "Oh, I don’t let just anyone gaze upon these beauties. I was waiting for you to come over here. These babies