Prologue Bewitching The Wolf
Nobody in their right mind chooses to be a werewolf. Right?
But then, I wasn’t in my right mind when I walked into a den of wolf drug dealers.
I was desperate, needing something—anything—to ease the pain of working as a minion, a mere shell of a man, doing the bidding of evil humans.
Those drugs were the only hope I had. So I decided to steal them.
That’s how, three years ago, I got mauled by the most dangerous wolf pack in the Labyrinth.
Bitten.
Clawed.
Beaten.
I should have died.
I almost did.
There were at least eight wolves tearing at my limbs, ripping my clothing to shreds, when another even bigger, fiercer wolf jumped into the fray, huge paws pinning my chest to the ground.
Ice blue eyes lasered into mine. Its snout twitched as it scented my blood.
I screwed up my eyes and waited for oblivion.
I felt the razor cut of the wolf’s fangs puncturing my skin, sinking deep into my flesh.
Then I blacked out.
When I came to, my sister Clem was driving like a maniac toward Sparkle City hospital, sobbing and begging me not to die.
I had no idea how I got out of the Labyrinth and into her little hatchback, where I lay bleeding and spent on the back seat.
I could barely croak a response from my parched lips.
And yet… and yet… something was different.
With shaking fingers, I felt around the base of my blood-soaked neck.
There was no lump under my skin.
The chip that controlled me was gone.
I could remember who I was. I could recall what joy and love and fear and anger felt like.
What freedom felt like.
I laughed, even as I writhed in agony.
Because physical pain is not a patch on what it is to feel nothing.
To be nobody.
And while I was a totally flawed human (a total fuckwit, as my sister Clem would say), I was finally me again.
Jax Summers.
F-R-E-E!
Hall-e-fucking-lujah!
Except… there was a catch.
Isn’t there always?
As my body healed, I came to realize I was sharing my psyche with something else.
A wild beast roamed inside my skull, day and night. The bastard intruded on my thoughts, hijacked my dreams.
At first, I thought I was hallucinating.
But finally, it clicked.
The savage wolf who saved me from an untimely death, who gave me back my name, my identity, my free will, had attached a hefty price tag to that gift.
It had turned me into a fucking werewolf.
So now there are two of us co-habiting inside my head. Let’s say we’ve formed an uneasy truce, a strange and unpredictable partnership over the past three years.
So let us tell you what happens next…
Bewitching The Wolf will release in early 2026.