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  Contents

  Title Page

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Coming Soon

  Other Books

  Author's Note

  LOST WOLF

  CURSE OF THE MOON - BOOK ONE

  by Stacy Claflin

  http://www.stacyclaflin.com

  Copyright ©2016 Stacy Claflin. All rights reserved.

  ©Cover Design: Rebecca Frank

  Edited by Staci Troilo

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  Chapter 1

  Beads of sweat broke out along my hairline. I wiped them away, tightened my ponytail, and ran faster along the dirt trail, jumping over exposed roots and ducking under low-hanging branches. Pine trees, firs, and alders turned my path into more of an obstacle course than a trail.

  A twig snapped behind me.

  I glanced back, but didn't see anything. Probably just a raccoon.

  My sneaker hit a root and my arms flew in front of me. I landed on my hands and knees, and slid down an incline. Rocks and branches dug into my skin until I crashed into a huckleberry bush.

  I stood and dusted myself off. Blood dripped from my legs. I pulled twigs, dirt, and small rocks from the cuts.

  "Nice work, Victoria," I muttered to myself.

  Sasha had said I shouldn't have gone into the forest for my first jog. But having just moved to the beautiful Olympic Peninsula, I wasn't about to join a club when I had the great outdoors. Birds chirped all around and a stream bubbled nearby. It was like the woods were telling me I'd made the right choice.

  Another snap.

  "Who's there?" I sounded a lot braver than I felt. My heart thundered against my ribcage and I whipped my head around. My roommates had said the woods were safe, but I was also trusting people who had been strangers only a couple days earlier.

  Why had I gone into the woods alone? Wasn't that how half of all horror movies started?

  I thought of Sasha running on a treadmill, flirting with cute college guys. Maybe she was the smart one.

  Footsteps.

  "Hello?" I called.

  Nothing. The birds had even stopped singing.

  "Is anyone there?"

  The footsteps came closer.

  My pulse drummed in my ears. I fought to breathe normally.

  A small gray and black wolf stepped out from behind the tree. He made eye contact with me.

  I didn't move a muscle, holding its gaze.

  Instead of feeling the need to run, its presence calmed me. My heart rate steadied, and I held myself back from rubbing its nuzzle.

  "Are you lost, little guy?"

  He stepped closer and sniffed the air.

  I should've run, but was too intrigued. Would he check me out and then run off? I couldn't shake the feeling that he wanted me to pay him some attention. Or even to pet him. I wasn't sure why, but petting him felt right, natural even. How could that be? A wolf that wanted a rub down?

  He took another step and then another, continuing to stare into my eyes.

  Music sounded from my pocket as my phone rang. The animal skidded back and exposed his teeth.

  I reached in and rejected the call.

  The wolf glanced from side to side and crept closer to me. He was close enough that I could have reached out and rubbed the fur. I kept my hands near my pocket.

  He nudged my leg with his wet nose and sat down.

  "D-do you want me to pet you?"

  His nose again grazed my leg.

  I hesitated, but then reached between his ears and patted the fur, surprised at how soft it was. He rested his head against my leg. I continued petting.

  My phone rang again.

  He jumped up and ran away.

  Disappointment washed through me. That had probably been a once in a lifetime experience.

  I leaned back against the tree, hoping the creature would return.

  After what felt like forever—but a quick glance at my phone told me was probably only ten minutes—I decided to head back home. If the time didn't convince me to leave, the grumbling in my stomach did. Lunchtime.

  I headed back the same way I came, this time paying more attention to exposed roots. Finally, I broke free of the woods.

  Was it my imagination, or could I smell lunch cooking? The house was a mile away. I shook my head.

  The hunger was getting to me. My nerves were frayed.

  I hurried down the concrete trail until the mansion came into view. The Waldensian stood out like a sore thumb as one of the largest homes on the edge of campus. With twenty-eight bedrooms, it housed over fifty students.

  Smoke came from around back. I sniffed the air. Barbecue. My mouth watered.

  "Victoria!" Sasha, ran over, carrying so many grocery bags they probably outweighed her.

  I grabbed several. "What's going on?"

  "Landon found some patties in the freezer and he's cooking those up. We decided to throw a party."

  I grimaced. "How long have those been there?"

  Sasha shrugged. "No idea. I got some veggie burgers and some chicken patties. There are bound to be a lot of hot, hungry guys."

  "And tons of chips." I shook the bags I'd taken. They weighed next to nothing, though full.

  "Yep." As we made our way inside, she told me about all the guys she'd seen between the Waldensian and the grocery store. She'd invited every last one of them. "Put the perishables away while I get the rest."

  "Sure." I dug through the bags. She'd bought enough dips and appetizers to feed an army.

  Sasha came in, carrying a case of drinks in each hand. She stuck them in the fridge and then pulled her braids back into a loose ponytail. "I can't believe how hot it is. I didn't think Washington got this warm. Doesn't it rain and snow all the time?"

  "Doesn't look like it, and I'm glad. I love this weather."

  "Me, too. I just didn't pack for it."

  I put some sandwich toppings in the fridge. "You can borrow something of mine."

  Her eyes lit up. "Thank you! That cute yellow sundress?"

  "Go for it."

  She gave me a quick hug. "You're the best roomie ever!
Can you tell Landon the food's here?"

  "Yeah."

  "Thank you." She squealed and ran upstairs.

  The old back door groaned in protest when I opened it to poke my head outside.

  Landon stood behind a smoking grill. He wore an apron that read Kiss the Cook, and from my angle that appeared to be the only thing he wore, though I was sure he had to at least have on shorts. I hoped.

  "Is Sasha back with the other patties?" He turned, and I could see his shorts—very short cutoffs.

  "Yeah, I just unloaded everything. I didn't think short shorts were the style for guys."

  Landon grinned proudly. "When you've got legs like mine, tiny cutoffs are always in fashion."

  I laughed. "Do you need any help?"

  "I'm fine, but it looks like you should take care of your knees." He glanced at my legs.

  "Oh, I almost forgot. Well, give a shout if you do need help."

  Austin, another of our housemates, came over and smiled at me. "You can help by introducing me to all your friends. If they're half as gorgeous as you, I need to meet them all."

  Heat inflamed my cheeks. "I don't have any friends, remember? I just moved here."

  "You're no fun. Go away," he teased and dug through a cooler, chuckling to himself.

  I went up to my room, where Sasha sat at our shared vanity wearing my dress. She spun around. "How do I look?"

  "Stunning." I closed the door and pulled off my shorts.

  Sasha stared at my knees. "You'd better wash that dirt out before it gets infected."

  I grimaced at the thought.

  She held up a blush palette next to her face. "Which one should I wear? I was thinking this one,"—she pointed to a light one, about the color of the flowers on the dress—"but I'm not sure."

  "It'll be perfect." I gave her a thumbs-up and then hurried into the bathroom to fix my wounds. I sat on the counter and scrubbed, trying to ignore the sting.

  After I had bandaged myself up, I went into the bedroom.

  Sasha was playing with her braids. "Up or down?" She pulled them back and then let go.

  "Up." I turned to my closet to figure out what I would wear. Maybe some capris to cover my burning wounds.

  "You're right," she agreed.

  I found a cute tank top and got dressed. My stomach rumbled.

  Sasha laughed. "You'd better eat."

  "Tell me about it."

  Her phone rang. She glanced at it and her shoulders slumped. "My mom." She groaned. "She won't leave me alone. I swear, she checks on me every hour. You'd think I'd gone to college on the other side of the world. Ugh."

  "Can't you just ignore her?" I asked, nudging her away from the vanity so I could use it.

  "Obviously, you've never met her." She sighed dramatically. "You're lucky. Your parents haven't called once, have they?"

  I froze, staring at my reflection.

  "What?" Sasha asked.

  My voice caught.

  "Victoria?"

  I couldn't remember my parents—or anything before I'd arrived at the Waldensian mansion, ready to start college.

  Chapter 2

  "What?" Sasha asked. "What's wrong?"

  Other than the fact that I had no memories before a couple days earlier? "Nothing. Sorry, I guess I'm just hungry."

  "You look like you've seen a ghost."

  I forced a smile, meeting her gaze through the mirror. "No ghosts. I just need some food." Conversation drifted up from downstairs. "As soon as I finish my makeup."

  She tilted her head.

  I grabbed a tube of eyeliner. "Meet you downstairs?"

  "Sure you're okay?"

  I leaned toward my reflection and applied the makeup along my eyelash line. "Couldn't be better. Save a hottie for me."

  She giggled. "I'm sure there'll be plenty to go around."

  "See you in a few." I moved to my other eyelid.

  "Okay, but if that really tall baseball player comes, he's mine. What was his name?" She paused. "It doesn't matter. I claim him."

  "You've got it." I studied my eyes to make sure the liner was even.

  She left the room, closing the door.

  I put the lid on and dropped it, finally allowing myself to let my realization sink in. My hands shook. How could I have no memories? Nothing. And how could I have not realized it sooner? I'd pulled into the driveway of the Waldensian and gotten out, knowing exactly what I was doing. But without a single memory from before.

  My Jaguar had been packed full of my belongings—everything I would need for a successful year of college. And clearly, I knew the skills I needed. I was a pro at applying makeup, had great fashion sense, and could text like it was nobody's business.

  Did I have a mom and a dad? I had to have, but trying to remember only made my head hurt. I went into my purse and dug around, finding credit and debit cards, a driver's license, and everything else that seemed to prove I was a real person with a past. Except without any clues. The only address listed was for here at the mansion.

  No clues to my previous life.

  I grabbed my phone and went to my contacts. Only my roommates. There were no apps for social media, either. No photos. I hadn't subscribed to any podcasts or put anything in the notes. The only thing remotely personal was the downloaded songs, but those didn't tell me anything other than the fact that I liked popular music.

  Whatever past I'd had was gone, or was at least out of my reach.

  How could I remember nothing?

  What was going on? What could have possibly happened to make me forget everything?

  A crash sounded outside. I went over to the window and looked into the backyard. Someone had knocked over a tin garbage can and a couple large guys were picking up the contents. The yard was filled with people.

  I needed to get out there. If I couldn't remember my past, I needed to focus on the present, and that meant making lots of friends. Later, I would worry about trying to figure out why I had no memories. I finished getting ready and headed downstairs, eager to make college the best time of my life—not that I had much to compare it against.

  Outside, all the food had been moved to a plastic folding table. I grabbed a paper plate and filled it, finding my appetite returning.

  Landon turned to me with a smile. "What kind of patty?"

  "Whatever's ready now." I held out my plate and he plopped one on my bun.

  "Enjoy."

  "Thanks." I found an empty plastic chair and scarfed the food down, listening to the conversation all around me. Everyone was talking about college life—sports, parties, class schedules, instructors.

  Relief washed through me. Maybe having no past wouldn't be such a big deal. I couldn't hear one person discussing life back home. But of course, they were probably glad to be away. Would I ever discover my past?

  "Hey, beautiful," came a deep voice on my left.

  I turned and smiled at the bronzed, muscular, drop-dead gorgeous guy taking a seat next to me.

  "Hi." I swallowed the last bite of my burger, trying not to stare at him. My eyes didn't want to cooperate.

  He grinned, showing off perfect teeth. "What is someone as beautiful as you doing, sitting here by yourself?"

  My face heated. "I-I… well, uh…" I paused and took a deep breath. "Let me start over. I figured I'd eat first and then talk to people."

  He balanced his plate on his knees and held out his hand, acting as if I hadn't just made a complete fool of myself. "Then I'm in luck. I'm Carter. You are?"

  "Victoria." I shook his hand. At least I had a name, even if no past. "What year are you?"

  "Just a lowly sophomore," he said, with a hint of teasing in his voice.

  "You went here last year?" I asked.

  He nodded and bit into his hot dog. "You new?"

  "Yeah. A super-lowly freshman."

  Carter laughed. "You'll love it. I was kind of worried about the location—you know, small town and all that—but it's cool. Lots of parties. Seattle's not that far, b
ut I think I only went there twice all last year." He stuffed the rest of the frank in his mouth.

  "What are you studying?" I asked. Why couldn't I think of anything more interesting to talk about? I'd send him running before long.

  He groaned and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "I have to declare soon. My dad's all over me about that. I have no idea what I want to do, you know?"

  "What classes did you like last year? Maybe you could go in one of those directions."

  "That's easy. Art history."

  "I sense a but."

  "That's not going to go over with my dad." His body tensed.

  "So? Do what you want. It's your life."

  Carter laughed bitterly. "If I major in art, they'll cut me off financially. Probably even take away my car."

  "Oh."

  "Do you know what you're going to study?" He twisted the cap off a beer and held it toward me.

  I shook my head. "No thanks."

  "Don't like beer?"

  My mouth dropped. "I…"

  "Oh, I get it. You're a wine cooler kind of girl." His face brightened. "I should have known you'd want something sweet." He winked.

  Before I could reply, Carter jumped up and dug into a cooler. He pulled out something pink and tossed the lid into the garbage and handed it to me.

  "Thanks." I sipped it. It tasted like strawberries.

  Carter grinned. "See? Too classy for a regular beer."

  How sad was it that a complete stranger knew what I liked better than I did?

  "Of course someone as sweet as you would prefer those. You up for a dance tonight?"

  "Which one is that?" I sipped the drink, hoping it would relax my nerves.

  Carter leaned closer. "You can come as my guest. It's a really private, exclusive club. It's called the Jag."

  I nearly choked on the drink. The Jag? Like my car was a Jaguar?

  "Are you okay?" Carter's eyes widened.

  "Started to go down the wrong way. I'm fine." I cleared my throat.

  "Do you want to go with me?"

  The club's name might have been a coincidence, but I had to find out. "I'd love to."

  He smiled, leaned back, and sipped his beer. "Awesome. I thought I might have to go stag, but now I get to accompany the most beautiful girl in town."

  My face flushed with heat. "What time? What should I wear?"