Wolf Revealed
Wolf Revealed
Book 4 in the Bestselling Lone Wolf Pack Series
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐400+ 5-Star Reviews
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I’ve always been the good girl. So why can’t I resist the guy who could ruin me?
Silas Hale is everything I’ve been warned to stay away from—dangerous, untamed, and carrying more darkness than one soul should bear. The moment he steps onto coven land, I feel it: an undeniable pull that makes me forget every rule I’ve ever followed.
He’s a thief. A killer. A hybrid wolf with a past dripping in blood. Bringing him here was meant to show the coven that even someone like him could be redeemed. But every glance from his golden eyes whispers that redemption isn’t what he’s after.
He’s forbidden, a threat to everything I’ve been taught to protect. Getting too close to him could destroy my reputation, my magic—maybe even my life. And yet, I can’t stop the way my heart races when he’s near.
The more I’m drawn to him, the more I wonder: Am I saving him from his darkness, or is he pulling me into it?
He’s the danger I shouldn’t want. I’m the temptation he can’t resist. And if we fall, it could cost us everything.
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“As always Heather Hildenbrand has out done herself with another excellent story, Bravo Bravo!” --⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Reader
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In Wolf Revealed, you'll find tropes like:
☑️Forbidden Romance
☑️Enemies to Lovers
☑️Outcast/Bad Boy
☑️Slow Burn
☑️Fated Mates
☑️Small Town
Chapter One Look Inside
Chapter One Look Inside
The scent of sage and willow bark permeated my workshop. I coughed and waved my hand to cut through the thick smoke that had suddenly gone from ambient to fire hazard. Tossing my book aside, I grabbed for the dried bundle of herbs I’d left burning and stamped out the embers on the wooden block beside me. Leave it to the latest Kelly St. Clare novel to distract me and burn down the place. I really needed to stop losing myself in a book while I was supposed to be working.
I opened the windows and began the task of fanning out some of the smoke that had gathered. The fresh air lightened up the worst of the clinging heat and felt damn good against my sweaty skin. Late summer in North Carolina brought its own cloying heat at times, but with the canopy of trees overhead, the shade offered a welcome cool that swept in now. With the smoke under control, I rolled my sleeves higher and reached around to wrap my white-blonde hair up into a messy bun on my head.
Then I got back to work.
An hour passed quickly as I lost myself in the art of mixing and grinding the herb blends I’d harvested a couple of months back. It was a soothing task—one that was quickly becoming obsolete now that our coven had magic again. But, no matter how much magic I wielded, working with herbs would never get old for me. It was the strongest connection I had left to my mother. Besides, the coven’s obsession with their newly returned magic had already led to enough injuries and small disasters that I wouldn’t go out of business anytime soon. Hell, with any luck, I’d become the coven’s healer after all. If I could find a way to skip Induction—which wasn’t likely.
Inevitably, I thought of my mother. She’d taught me everything I knew, and she’d worked her way from being labeled as the neighborhood hippy with her sachets and poultices to a respected healer with nothing but her own raw talent. When she died, I had every intention of following in her footsteps. I’d all but done it too. A healer without the official title was still a healer, dammit. Then the coven got our magic back, and everything I’d built began to crumble.
The council insisted we return to the old ways. “Our ancestors demand it,” they’d said.
I snorted.
It was a bid for power from those who’d been quick enough and strong enough to grab it. But to argue would only bring scrutiny, and I couldn’t afford that.
Instead, I backed away and concentrated on what was left for me here. My shop was still open despite my severe decline in customers. Who needed a slow cure when quick fixes were finally at their fingertips again?
After two months since our magic’s return, my bestsellers were now a supplement for hair growth and a tea that would make stressed housewives chill the hell out. It was depressing as hell, but it wasn’t like I had any other choice.
“I’ve heard of hotboxing, but this is another level.”
The sound of another voice standing so close to my workstation made me yelp.
“Shit,” I said, sucking in a deep breath and willing my heart rate to calm.
I glared at my oldest friend. Kel Archer. My BFF since forever and now, thanks to some pretty crazy recent events, the leader of our coven.
“You almost gave me a heart attack,” I said.
She grinned. “I’m sure you have a remedy for that.”
My eyes narrowed. “One day when you’re dying, you’ll ask for my remedy and we’ll see if I feel like giving it.”
“Damn, I startle you one time, and you threaten to kill my ass. Savage, Chloe. Real savage.”
“I learned from the best.”
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