Page 1 of Howl For Me
Who are you? Where are you from? Do you have a family waiting on you?
She sighed as she stared at herself in the mirror. It was her face, so why didn’t she remember herself? She leaned closer and looked at the same features she’d been staring at for the last five years and asking the same damn question.
Who am I?
Her bronze skin was flawless, and her long, thick black hair reached mid-back. A single mole directly above the right side of her lip. Light-brown eyes that could almost be considered hazel when the light hit her in the perfect angle. She was a little less than average in the height department, topping out at five-feet-two inches tall and blessed with curves.
For a wolf shifter, she was shorter than most of the female shifter population and wasn’t as muscular as them either. No, Brianna was a curvy wolf who didn’t care she was different. She was proud of her hips and would fight anyone who said her body was anything but perfect.
“Hi, I’m Brianna Wolfe.” She smiled to herself in the mirror, but it sounded forced to her own ears. Well, it would. Her name had been chosen out of a baby catalogue while she had sat on a hospital bed.
Because that’s not who you are, a voice whispered in the back of her mind.
Her wolf.
“Well then, tell me who I am,” she urged to her wolf. She gripped the counter tight as she stared at herself as if willing her memories to come forth.
Silence.
“Of course. Silence. Because you don’t know either,” she muttered, walking out of her bathroom and into her bedroom.
Five years ago, Brianna woke from a coma in a strange town, amongst foreign people, and no one knew who she was or where she’d come from. It was told that she was found wandering down the main road of Wesson, California, disheveled, bruised, and bloodied before falling unconscious.
She had no memories of anything. Once she woke in the hospital, everyone had assumed that due to her shifter genes, she would recover her memory.
But nothing.
A week later, she still couldn’t remember anything. Her cuts and bruises had healed rapidly, but her brain, not so much.
She remembered feeling fear like she had never known. What would happen to her? But then, the gods above saw fit to send her two guardian angels in the form of Martin and Kim Burton.
They were a middle-aged shifter couple who volunteered at the local hospital. They visited Brianna, and she fell in love with them as foster parents, and they loved her as a daughter. They’d never had children and in their free time volunteered at the children’s hospital, but something had brought them over to the brain trauma unit.
They’d taken Brianna into their home, helped her choose a name, and got her on her feet in the new town. Her debt to them could never be repaid. It was the Burtons who’d introduced her to their local pack’s alpha, Dreven Emerson. The Prime Delta opened their arms to her and welcomed her into their community.
She should be happy with her life, but something was missing. Something she figured was waiting for her back wherever she was from.
She glanced down at her watch and scrambled to find her work clothes. She had to be at work in less than an hour.
Because of her memory loss, she wasn’t quite sure what she was qualified to do. She’d found a job at the local veterinarian’s office as the receptionist in order to support herself. She rushed around her room, grabbing her scrubs and threw them on.
“Crap!” she exclaimed, running into the living room, grabbing her purse and keys, and heading out of her house. She rented a small home on the edge of the pack’s property. She didn’t own a car, and her job was within walking distance.
She glanced up at the clear blue sky and smiled at the sun. It was a warm day out and was perfect for her twenty-minute walk.
“Need a lift?” a deep voice called out.
She turned, shielding her eyes, finding an oversized pickup truck paused in the middle of the street.
“Good morning, Alpha.” She smiled, slowing down her stride.
Dreven, the alpha, slowed and cruised his truck along with her as she kept walking.
“Come on, Bri. You don’t have to walk,” he said. “It will be a five-minute ride.”
The warm sun did feel good on her skin. She glanced back over at him and knew his ultimate goal of getting her in the car with him.
He wanted her to mate with him.
