Hey everyone, thanks so much for the positive feedback on chapter 1. I found some typos after I posted it and I apologize, I don't use a editor so I'll have to proofread more carefully. Also on a note, all thoughts from characters were originally in italics but when I pasted it to the submission box it made them normal. I'm sorry if its hard to follow thoughts in the story! Again, thank you all for being so kind =D I'm having a great experience writing this first ever story and I hope you continue to enjoy!
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Donovan resisted grinding his teeth as he crawled down the snow covered main street of Lake Placid. It was pretty much deserted except for a few stragglers fighting their way through the snow on the sidewalks. Even with his heavy duty snow tires on his four wheel drive truck it was very slow going. It was such a drastic difference up here from his home in New York City. The wild nature and forests called to his wolf but he knew he liked the city better. Plenty of women begging to be prey, money to be earned by whatever means necessary and the party never stopped. Only his devotion to his alpha and duty to his pack had dragged him all the way up into these mountains.
His assignment was simple. Locate their deserter beta and eliminate him as ordered by his alpha, Eric. Hopefully it would be just as quick as it was simple so Donovan could get back to his city. As the enforcer for the Manhattan pack, it was Donovan's job to do all of his alpha's dirty work and at the moment, his alpha wanted Keenan dead. Eric always considered Keenan a threat. He was a stronger alpha at heart then Eric would ever be. The only reason he remained beta was because he had no desire to lead.
Eric was taking full advantage of Keenan's departure as an opportunity to turn the pack against him and justify killing him. Rumor was that a lone wolf without a pack went rouge and was dangerous. Donovan tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Whatever Keenan's mental state was, he would obey his alpha and complete the assignment. Keenan was meant nothing to Donovan and he was a coldblooded killer. He had no problem making people disappear.
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Mia sighed and looked at the tiny bit of progress she had made on her driveway. The snow had stopped falling sometime earlier this morning, leaving a good 8 inches or so covering her property. It was gorgeous and she loved it to death but when a single woman living by herself didn't own a snow blower, the whole situation turned into a love-hate relationship. She cursed herself as she looked at all she had left to do.
"Moose, you are my witness. See my suffering right now and when I start spending my money on silly things, you remind me of how much I need that snow blower." She called to Moose as he sat perched on top of the snow bank the city plow had created at the end of her drive. Moose looked at her at the sound of his name but gave her no answer.
She hefted her shovel up again and bent over to scoop another load of snow into the grass.
"I swear I'll cut back on the wine and eating out. It'll be good for my figure too."
Moose gave a gruff woof and growled, coming to attention on top of his perch.
"What's up boy? C'mere." He looked at her for a moment and turned to stare at whatever caught his attention before he came bounding up the driveway to stand by her side.
Looking out onto the road Mia's breath caught in her throat as she saw her new neighbor walking towards her house.
"Shit..." she muttered under her breath as she tried to put herself together. She was in her flannel pj pants tucked into her pack boots with only a t shirt and jacket on to cover her lack of a bra. She didn't have to go to work today so she damn sure wasn't getting out of her pjs until absolutely necessary.
Moose whined at her feet as she tried to tame her frazzled hair and wipe the sweat from her brow. Keenan was halfway up her driveway at this point. Of all the times he would come to see her...
