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  CURSE OF THE MOON Box Set

  Stacy Claflin

  CURSE OF THE MOON BOX SET

  by Stacy Claflin

  http://www.stacyclaflin.com

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  ©Cover Design: Rebecca Frank

  Edited by Staci Troilo

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  Contents

  LOST WOLF

  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

  CHOSEN WOLF

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  HUNTED WOLF

  Chapter 71

  Chapter 72

  Chapter 73

  Chapter 74

  Chapter 75

  Chapter 76

  Chapter 77

  Chapter 78

  Chapter 79

  Chapter 80

  Chapter 81

  Chapter 82

  Chapter 83

  Chapter 84

  Chapter 85

  Chapter 86

  Chapter 87

  Chapter 88

  Chapter 89

  Chapter 90

  Chapter 91

  Chapter 92

  Chapter 93

  Chapter 94

  Chapter 95

  Chapter 96

  Chapter 97

  Chapter 98

  Chapter 99

  Chapter 100

  Chapter 101

  Chapter 102

  Chapter 103

  BROKEN WOLF

  Chapter 104

  Chapter 105

  Chapter 106

  Chapter 107

  Chapter 108

  Chapter 109

  Chapter 110

  Chapter 111

  Chapter 112

  Chapter 113

  Chapter 114

  Chapter 115

  Chapter 116

  Chapter 117

  Chapter 118

  Chapter 119

  Chapter 120

  Chapter 121

  Chapter 122

  Chapter 123

  Chapter 124

  Chapter 125

  Chapter 126

  Chapter 127

  Chapter 128

  Chapter 129

  Chapter 130

  Chapter 131

  Chapter 132

  Chapter 133

  Chapter 134

  Chapter 135

  Chapter 136

  Chapter 137

  Chapter 138

  CURSED WOLF

  Chapter 139

  Chapter 140

  Chapter 141

  Chapter 142

  Chapter 143

  Chapter 144

  Chapter 145

  Chapter 146

  Chapter 147

  Chapter 148

  Chapter 149

  Chapter 150

  Chapter 151

  Chapter 152

  Chapter 153

  Chapter 154

  Chapter 155

  Chapter 156

  Chapter 157

  Chapter 158

  Chapter 159

  Chapter 160

  Chapter 161

  Chapter 162

  Chapter 163

  Chapter 164

  Chapter 165

  Chapter 166

  Chapter 167

  Chapter 168

  Chapter 169

  Chapter 170

  Chapter 171

  Chapter 172

  More Curses…

  Sneak Peeks

  Other Books by Stacy Claflin

  Author’s Note

  LOST WOLF

  CURSE OF THE MOON #1

  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?”