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    Haven: Grey Wolves Rising, #5
    Haven: Grey Wolves Rising, #5
    Haven: Grey Wolves Rising, #5
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    Haven: Grey Wolves Rising, #5

    By Emma Storm

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    Laura Taylor lost her first love to a sudden, mysterious fire ten years ago and she's never moved on. Now Ben is back--appeared right out of nowhere, not a stitch of clothes or explanation on him...and he's brought a friend.

    Torn between the comfortable love of her past and the unexpected, breathtaking draw of Caleb, who seems to know her in ways beyond a shared history, how will she choose between them to find her future?

    Will she even have to choose?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEmma Storm
    Release dateSep 2, 2017
    ISBN9781386742098
    Haven: Grey Wolves Rising, #5

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      Haven - Emma Storm

      Laura Taylor lost her first love to a sudden, mysterious fire ten years ago and she's never moved on. Now Ben is back—appeared right out of nowhere, not a stitch of clothes or explanation on him...and he's brought a friend.

      Torn between the comfortable love of her past and the unexpected, breathtaking draw of Caleb, who seems to know her in ways beyond a shared history, how will she choose between them to find her future?

      Will she even have to choose?

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      1

      Born and raised into his teens on the arctic tundra along the Beaufort Sea, Caleb had never experienced the soft ways of life surrounded by four walls, heat pumps and steaming hot water ready at the twist of a wrist. Since long, hot showers weren’t among his few vices, he knew damn well he hadn’t been under the spray long enough to deserve the heavy, angry fist trying to beat down the door of the run-down rental house he’d secured from a weathered old farmer who had more need for a younger man’s muscle than his money.

      Adrenaline spiking in his veins, he left the water running in order to disguise the sounds of movement as he slid the soap-scum clouded shower door along its track and eased out of the cracked, stained tub.

      Water ran down his body and misted out of the open shower, soaking into a ragged piece of carpet that served as a bath mat. The mat reeked of mildew. The odor skewed his scent receptors, leaving him blind to the identity of the person on the other side of the door.

      He shared the one bedroom house with two other males. Ben was a big, private man who kept to himself. Logan, a native Texan who considered himself some kind of modern cowboy, created problems every time the pack put up in populated areas. They were the remaining members of his pack, the ones he hadn’t succeeded in driving away in the seven months since he’d fucked up the way no alpha should.

      Logan was half the reason Caleb kept the pack moving, never staying anywhere long enough to stake their claim on a piece of the rapidly dwindling wilderness. Eventually they would be pushed back and back until the ones who were tame enough to  hold down jobs, live in cramped apartment buildings, and pass for human every day—until they were tame enough to forget they’d ever been wolves at all—were the only ones left.

      A litany of Logan’s errors scrolled through Caleb’s mind as he drew up and sniffed at the seam between the door and its frame. Stranger. Caleb’s jaw ached as his wolf confirmed the threat.

      The hammering fist picked up its window-rattling blows, followed by an angry shout.

      I know you’re in there, Garrett! Open the damn door. I don’t have any problem putting a bullet through it to get to you. The man rattled the knob.

      Garrett was the name Logan had assumed when they’d decided to stop and stay awhile in Katt’s Creek. Caleb swore beneath his breath and jerked the door open.

      The man on the other side had murder in his eyes but the muddy irises clouded as he realized he had the wrong man. Caleb took advantage of his visitor’s confusion to look him over.

      In a place like Katt’s Creek, it wasn’t easy to memorize a person by the way they dressed or wore their hair. Just about every man over the age of forty—and that was most of them—wore a mix of camouflage, khakis and sun-bleached baseball hats. Scent was an easier marker and after a minute, Caleb connected the guy with a pretty grocery store clerk Logan had been sniffing around.

      Hell. Caleb didn’t have any experience with angry fathers, and this one was back to furious. His craggy face purpled as he stared at Caleb’s groin, likely imagining similar equipment used on his daughter.

      Something I can do for you, Harold? Grabbing a towel off the sink, he cinched it around his hips.

      As though realizing he’d been caught staring at another man’s junk, Harold turned his face away. You can tell me where that son of a bitch is now that he’s been inside my house and had my girl. She was getting married next weekend. Now she’s not getting anything except dirty looks from everyone who’s heard.

      Caleb rubbed his face. I haven’t seen him since dawn. When I do, I’ll send him to account for himself. He’s a decent man.

      No. Harold rallied, coldly angry now. You won’t send him anywhere except on his damn way. The whole pack of you need to go. Nobody else has the balls to say it but I do. This isn’t your place. You’d best get on before someone with less to lose than I have works up a good drink and comes after you with more than his words and fists.

      Up until that point, Caleb hadn’t gotten any sense of animosity or real suspicion from the people he’d encountered, but all it took was one wrong voice to incite a mob. He’d experienced that first hand once. Once was enough.

      We’ll be gone by morning, he said.

      Good. Harold’s jaw worked like he wanted to say something else. Setting his teeth against the chill of a drop of water rolling right down the middle of his back, Caleb waited for Harold to decide whether he’d said his piece.

      I busted the front door getting in, Harold finally said. He pulled his hat off his head, then put it right back on again. I’ll settle it up with old man Crane.

      I appreciate that. Caleb hitched his towel higher.

      Harold turned and walked down the hall toward the front of the house. At the entrance to the living room he stopped and looked back. We’re good people. It’s just you’re not the kind of men who really have a place.

      No, Caleb said quietly as the other man made his exit. The screen door slammed behind him. No. We really aren’t men who have a place.

      After Harold’s pick-up rolled away, Caleb dried off and dressed in the only set of clothes he owned, then went about the familiar process of erasing his mark. He was pouring half a gallon of vinegar into a plastic bucket when Ben’s heavy tread on the porch announced his return.

      There’s no trouble, Caleb called from the kitchen.

      He heard Bent grunt softly as he came through the busted door. Looks like there was sometime today. We leaving?

      Caleb grabbed a pack of paper towels and the bucket. He walked out to find Ben studying the meager collection of their belongings assembled on the faded old couch. What the three of them owned didn’t even take up two cushions.

      I told him we’d be gone by morning. Have you seen Logan?

      No. Ben growled and ran both hands over his close cut red hair. Fuck. I can’t believe he’s done it again already. We haven’t been here a week. It was that woman, wasn’t it?

      Always is.

      Ben nodded curtly. His features were molded into an inscrutable mask but Caleb had a good idea what the other man was thinking. He’d made a study of Ben. Driven out of his home territory, Ben was a man fleeing his demons, but not a man meant to run.

      Caleb hadn’t yet figured out what future Ben needed so he hadn’t pushed the other male off to make his own way. The time would come, though.

      Let’s do this, then. Ben rolled his broad shoulders in resignation and glanced at the bucket Caleb had filled with vinegar and water. I’ll get a fire going for the bedding and towels.

      No. I’ll do it. See if you can track down Logan.

      Ben’s mask cracked into an expression of relief. Caleb turned away without comment, leaving Ben with his pride. Burning

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