The Mighty She-wolf of King novel Chapter 2

After every transformation, because of her old wound, shifting was unbearable. Not only was it unbearable the bullet that hit her was made of silver majorly damaging Blake's shoulder blade in her wolf-form. Blake always had a limp to her step and running was even difficult. It was one of the reasons why Blake stopped running with the pack.

And after her parents died, she was too afraid to adventure out into the forest like most do. And with her near-death experience with the silver bullet, she couldn't get a hold of her wolf spirit. No matter how many times Blake called out to her, she never answered back.

Blake felt like she was no longer the she-wolf she once was. Even if she was to go through with The Hunt, there was no way she could detect her mate or go into heat during mating to even give her mate pups. If she could even have pups. There was a time when the pack doctor said there was the possibility she couldn't have pups because of the silver. In Blake's mind, no male in his right mind would mate with her, knowing she couldn't give him a pup or two.

Blake's fingers stilled on her keyboard. Staring at the few paragraphers on the screen of her computer. Blake glanced at the window and smiled.

Maybe this was her punishment for running after her brother that night, forgetting their parents killed. It was all her fault and now she was paying for it.

She didn't mind, no, there was no need worrying about something that couldn't be fixed. At least she had her little brother. That's all she needed.

She didn't need a mate or pups. Knowing she can take care of her little brother, Ross, was all she needed in this world and nothing was going to change that.

Eric Price stared into the dancing flames before him. The entire camp was made up of chatty males and females, all excited for The Hunt two weeks from now.

Staring into his fire, his Beta, Dolph poked the raging fire pit. Eric's Beta was not chatty like the others. One of the many reasons why Eric enjoyed Dolph's company, he wasn't annoying.

"How much further," Eric asked.

"We should be there by next nightfall, sir," Trevor, Eric's brother-in-law spoke, "just around the mountain."

Trevor Ford was Eric's third in command and map. Eric would admit to anyone, without Trevor. Eric and his men would be lost without him, literally.

Eric couldn't think of a better person to navigate his pack to this year's mating grounds for the Hunt. In Eric's opinion, he would have rather had the Hunt back at home where he knew it was safe.

"My Lord, are you not excited for the Hunt?" Trevor spoke with a cat-like-smile.

Eric nearly laughed at his brother-in-law, "It's the same as the last one." All the men around the campfire knew that was true. A bunch of horny females roaming around, waiting for a male to mount them and give them a pup. Likely for Eric, being an Alpha, he had more control than most males. And unlike most males, Eric never mated with a female during the Hunt.

"This year will be different," Trevor laughed.

"Didn't you say that last year," Dolph chimed in.

"That was my year," Trevor huffed.

"And what about Dolph, is it his year too?" Eric laughed shaking his head.

Blake rolled around in her bed before looking over to her nightstand to see that it was already eight o'clock. The sun's rays beamed passed the blinds on her window. Rolling onto her back, Blake ran her hands over her face. She then sat upright and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

With her eyes shut, she scratched her head and walked out of the room into the hallway to the bathroom. Touching the doorknob of the bathroom, Blake turned it and pushed.

What the hell.

Blake opened her eyes wide, sniffed the air, and banged on the bathroom door. "You little fuck, this is my bathroom time," she yelled.

In the house of Blake Norton, there are just a few rules you never cross.

Number one rule, eight o'clock to nine o'clock was Blake's private bathroom time. You should never be in the upstairs bathroom during those times.

Number two, never talk to her until she had a cup of coffee in the morning.

Number three, unless someone is dying or the pack was under attack, no one should ever bother her while she slept.

If any of those rules were broken, Blake would be your worst nightmare.