Silence of the Wolf

Silence of the Wolf

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by Terry Spear

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Life For the Silver Pack Just Got Wilder...

Elizabeth Wildwood has been a loner all her life, ostracized because of her "mixed" half-wolf, half-coyote blood. When she ventures into gray wolf territory on a dangerous quest of her own and his thrown together with the sexiest shifter she's ever met she begins to wish for the first time that she could be part

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Life For the Silver Pack Just Got Wilder...

Elizabeth Wildwood has been a loner all her life, ostracized because of her "mixed" half-wolf, half-coyote blood. When she ventures into gray wolf territory on a dangerous quest of her own and his thrown together with the sexiest shifter she's ever met she begins to wish for the first time that she could be part of a family.

When this unusual shifter female comes into his pack's territory, it's Tom Silver's job to protect her—if only she would let him.

Turn up the heat with Terry Spear's paranormal romance:

"Dark, sultry, and primal...The chemistry is blazing hot and will leave readers breathless."—Fresh Fiction on Savage Hunger

"A sizzling page turner. Terry Spear is wickedly talented."—Night Owl Reviews Top Pick, 5 Stars on Savage Hunger

"Intense and swoon-inducing...The chemistry is steamy and hot."—USA Today Happy Ever After on Dreaming of the Wolf

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"The outstanding and gripping plot of Spear's latest installment in the Heart of the Wolf series will appeal to paranormal fans, and romance junkies will take delight in the red-hot love story embedded within. 4 Stars " - RT Book Reviews

"Full of mystery and adventure, Terry Spear knows how to tap into the wild boundless journey that lays just beyond the borders of imagination..." - BTSe Magazine

"Danger, mystery and romance combine together to make a story that is absorbing and interesting. Tom and Elizabeth's interactions together were a delight to read" - Paranormal Kiss

"Sizzling... The tension of the adventure keeps readers on the edge of their seats. " - CK2's Kwips and Kritiques

"SILENCE OF THE WOLF continues Terry Spear's tradition of writing strong female characters and sweet, sexy male characters." - Fresh Fiction

" Silence of the Wolf was a sweet, touching and emotional story that many fans of the genre will enjoy!" - Romance Book Junkies

"Knocked my socks off!" - Paulette's Papers

"Spear has created a fascinating and interesting world that I enjoy visiting every chance I get. " - For the Love of Bookends

"A most satisfying read and a solid addition to Ms. Spear's Heart of the Wolf series. " - Badass Book Reviews

"[Terry Spear] has an easy writing style that keeps you engrossed. " - Minding Spot

"A wonderful well laid out plot, characters I enjoyed reading about and dialogue that captured the emotions behind the characters. Ms. Spear is one of my go-to authors when I want to escape with a book guaranteed to entertain." - Long and Short Reviews

"Action packed with great tempo, Silence of the Wolf is a fun fast paced read!" - Eyes. 2c Reviews

"Silence of the Wolf has everything that paranormal romance readers will enjoy, plus some suspense and drama." - Book Lovin' Mamas

" I greatly admire how Spear can take a classic character such as a shapeshifter, make that character sexy, and turn the plot into a thrilling adventure!" - For the Passion of Romance

"Silence of the Wolf is another win. If you like romance and shifters, don't miss out" - What's on the Bookshelf

"This author has me hooked! " - Carrie Reads A Lot

"Silence of the Wolf was a most satisfying read and a solid addition to Ms. Spear's Heart of the Wolf series" - Badass Book Reviews

"Ms. Spear brings her characters to life, both old and new, and you will find yourself invested in the story. Each story she brings us in the series is fresh and new. Reviewer Top Pick, 4 1/2 Stars" - Night Owl Reviews

"Terry Spear can write some hella good wolves... Silence of the Wolf is another win." - What's on the Bookshelf

"If for some unfathomable reason you have not discovered this series yet, you need to buy this book... the entire series is exceptionally well written and worth every second of your reading time. " - Debbie's Book Bag

"A little romance, a little sex, a little suspense and a whole lotta shifters..." - The Reading Cafe

"With non-stop action, thrilling suspense, danger, a beautiful setting, well-drawn characters, this story will keep readers guessing right up to the very satisfying ending. " - Romance Junkies

"A sweet, often funny, heartfelt tale of two headstrong individuals overcoming the past and knocking down obstacles on their journey towards a happy ending." - That's What I'm Talking About

"Yet another fantastic book from the amazing Terry Spear... the writing was excellent and the plot exciting with plenty of surprises." - The Romance Reviews

"Nobody does werewolf romances like Terry Spear. The romance sizzles, the plot boils, the mystery intrigues, and the characters shine." - The Royal Reviews

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Publication date:
Heart of the Wolf Series, #13
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4.20(w) x 6.80(h) x 1.10(d)

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Chapter 1

With a snowstorm threatening, Tom Silver examined the tracks of the second wolf reported this week by a disgruntled farmer. The tracks circled the sheep pen and then loped off toward the woods. The farm was in the Silver Town werewolf territory-not that the human farmers had a clue they lived in an area claimed by a pack of gray werewolves.

Wearing an old jacket, hip-high rubber boots, and dungarees, farmer Bill Todd scowled at Tom. "Your brother said he'd take care of these wolves. Three weeks of threats to our sheep, and nothin's been done about it."

"We're looking for them," Tom assured him, standing to his full height.

"Sheep and calves are being threatened at different farms and ranches," Bill railed. "Five. We can't be up all night patrolling for wolves all the time-and your brother said we wouldn't have to. I swear, if I see a wolf, I'm going to shoot it dead before it gets to my livestock."

"We'll get the wolves that are doing this," Tom reassured him. They had to before a farmer or rancher shot an innocent werewolf or a wolf that was all wolf. He glanced at the tracks the wolves had left.

"The three of them arrived before sunrise. I heard a noise, came running out here with my rifle and a camp light, and shined it right into their glowing green eyes. When I set the lantern down and aimed the rifle, they raced off. I took a shot, but the damned weapon jammed."

"We'll take care of them. Do you mind if I leave my pickup truck here for a while?" Tom didn't wait for an answer. He immediately stalked through the snow, tracking the wolves.

Bill called after him, "Hey, a snowstorm's headed this way. You can't hunt them now."

Tom kept going. He appreciated the farmers' and ranchers' frustrations, even though Tom's oldest brother, Darien Silver, took responsibility for their losses as the owner of the land the farmers leased. The pack couldn't afford to have humans accidentally shooting werewolves or harmless wolves. Some pack members were too newly turned to have a lot of control over their shifting, particularly with the full moon approaching in another week.

Tom followed the trail, which seemed to indicate only one wolf had run this way. Tom knew better. One would precede the others, leaving what looked like one set of tracks to disguise how many were in the "pack." The trail the lead wolf left would also make it easier for the others to follow.

Flurries whipped into a thicker curtain of snow. Tom wanted desperately to shift and run the wolves down. But his brother had ordered that none of the pack shift within five miles of farms and ranches until they resolved the matter.

Tom had only managed to cover a mile and a half from Bill Todd's spread when his cell jingled. He didn't have to look at the ID to know Darien was calling him and would order him home. "Yeah, Darien?" Tom continued to watch the trees as he followed the wolf tracks.

"Bill Todd called me. Said that fool youngest brother of mine tore off, looking for wolf tracks-unarmed-and the snow's coming down hard, so there's barely any visibility. He said, and I quote, ‘No damn sheep is worth the life of a good man.'"

Amused that Bill would say that, as much as he loved his sheep and wanted the wolves dead, Tom paused. The snowflakes grew fatter, nearly obliterating any open space between them. The snow quickly filled up each of the paw prints left behind.

Breathing heavily, Tom picked up his pace, not wanting to stop.

"Tom, we'll get them. Some other time. I want you home. The snow's coming down hard enough that you'll lose track of them soon. Visibility is worsening."

"We have to stop this, Darien."

"I know. We will. Come home." Darien sounded like he was asking, but Tom knew better. His brother was the pack leader and his word was law.

Tom stopped and smelled the air, hating that he couldn't catch any whiff of which wolves were causing the trouble. He surveyed the Colorado blue spruce trees for any movement. He felt in his bones that the wolves were watching him, waiting to see if he'd keep searching.

Wolves didn't normally attack people. But Tom and the rest of their wolf pack suspected these were not wolves but rogue werewolves-and that meant all bets were off.

"Next time, I'm not stopping for anything," Tom warned both Darien and the wolves that might be observing him.

He saw movement. A gray wolf's tail rose for a second as the wolf turned and bounded through the woods.

Tom took off running, forgetting he hadn't ended the call with his brother. Darien could hear Tom's heavy breathing and his quickened pace as he stomped over the frozen ground.

"Tom, if I have to-"

"I saw one of them, damn it."

"Who was it? Did you recognize-"

"Just the flash of a gray tail. I don't know who it was."

"You can't run him down. Not as a human. It could be a trap."

Tom stopped running, swore under his breath, and again watched the woods.

"If three of them are responsible, you won't be any match for them even if you shift."

Tom hesitated.

"Damn it, Tom."

"All right. Tomorrow, if we have fresh tracks, I'm hunting them down once and for all."


Elizabeth Wildwood had barely arrived in Silver Town before the snowstorm hit. Surprised the owner of Hastings Bed and Breakfast was a gray werewolf, Elizabeth was thankful the sweet woman didn't seem to mind what Elizabeth was-or wasn't. She had four more days' leave from her job at the Canyon Press in Texas to write an article on skiing at a Colorado resort. But that wasn't the only reason why she was here.

She quickly retired to her room and called North Redding, a red wolf from Bruin's former pack, which was now led by another red wolf Elizabeth didn't know. Technically, her father had also belonged to the pack, but she had never been part of it. North had been the only one from the red pack to treat her without scorn. Elizabeth hoped to connect with him despite the storm, but she wouldn't go to his place to meet him. His home was too close to where her uncle lived.

"North, I just got in. We can meet tomorrow. I'll give you the time and place in the morning."

"You said you would arrive tomorrow. You were supposed to stay with me. You agreed I'd pick you up at the airport and bring you to my house."

"I never agreed to that, North. I said I'd decide when I arrived in Colorado." She didn't want to say she didn't trust him. Truth was, she didn't trust her uncle. If North let it slip that she was in the area, Uncle Quinton or her half brother, Sefton, might try to finish what they had started last time. Especially considering why she was here.

"You're afraid I'll tell your Uncle Quinton that you're here? Is that it? If he knew what I planned to share with you, he'd kill me!" North was angry that Elizabeth didn't believe in him, but she couldn't. He might not be working with her uncle and half brother, but he was still in their pack. It was just safer this way.

"I flew in early ahead of the snowstorm. Why won't you at least tell me what the evidence is?" she said to placate him.


"Fine. Talk to you tomorrow." She had hoped never to return to that part of the country. After her parents were murdered, it hadn't been home for her. It never would be. Killing her uncle wouldn't make things right, but it had to be done-for her parents, for her, and for the pack she had never belonged to.


The next morning, with eight inches of new snowfall, Tom Silver knew he wouldn't be able to track the wolves who were stalking farmers' calves and sheep. Not when the culprits left no scent.

Tom's middle triplet brother, Jake, was dealing with problems at their leather goods factory. Their eldest brother and pack leader, Darien, joined Tom at the floor-to-ceiling sunroom window as he stared out at the beauty of the snow decorating the boughs of the pine trees, making them dip to the snow-covered ground. A fire roared in the fireplace, the room as cozy as a wolf's den with its soft, wraparound brown velour chairs set around a marble coffee table. The views of the outdoors made the room feel as though it was open to the wilderness.

Tom cast a nod in his brother's direction. "Morning, Darien."

Humans often mistook them for each other because they were so similar in build and appearance. Wolves smelled the difference. None of them made that mistake. Darien had the darkest hair and eyes of the three, and Tom was the fairest-"of them all," Jake liked to joke.

"Hey, Tom. I know you wanted to go after the wolves again today. I doubt you'd find much of anything." Darien wore Lelandi's pink apron over a brown wool sweater and had a few splatters of oatmeal on his blue jeans. This was his usual attire, oatmeal mush and all, when he fed his triplet babies-two boys and a girl. A couple of gobs of cereal clung to strands of his dark brown hair.

He often took care of the kids in the morning so that his mate, Lelandi, the smartest, most effective psychologist in the area, could see clients. Not to mention that she was the only lupus garou psychologist around.

Tom swore he would buy his brother a manlier apron when he had the time. He glanced down at a splotch of oatmeal on his brother's sheepskin slipper boot. "I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who looks that messy after feeding your brood."

Darien gave him an elusive smile, warning him that when Tom found a mate, he was in for the same trouble. "Two of the ski patrol are out sick today with the flu, and the resort could use you up there."

That got Tom's attention and he stiffened, alert and wary. Every time one of them got sick with flu-like symptoms, they worried about the wolf getting a virus that would prevent their shifting from wolf to human form.

"Don't worry. It's not anything like the cases of ‘wolf fever' we had before," Darien said quickly. "Jake will relieve you at noon. And a couple of other things..." He cleared his throat.

Tom couldn't read his brother's expression. Wolves paid attention to slight shifts in body language, and he could usually tell what his brother was thinking. But not this time. Which meant something was up and Tom wouldn't like it.

"First, Anthony and Cody Woodcroft are on the slopes today. Their dad said that he wanted the ski patrol to kinda watch out for 'em. If they get into any trouble at all, he wants their passes pulled and them off the slopes. He also wants to be notified at once."

"Okay, can do." The boys had gotten into trouble before, mainly for participating in high-risk adventures, but Tom had never heard of them doing anything unsafe or against the rules on the slopes. Since it was the first item on the list Darien wanted to talk about, Tom figured it was the least problematic. "The other thing?"

"Bertha Hastings said she has a guest at the B and B doing a story on our ski resort. She missed the ski shuttle and Bertha wanted to know if you could run her up to the slopes, since you were going that way."

Tom narrowed his eyes a little. "Is she a wolf?" Bertha wasn't beyond matchmaking. He could imagine Bertha had delayed the woman on purpose so she missed the shuttle.

"She is and she isn't."

"She either is or she isn't," Tom countered.

Darien looked serious now. "Let's just say she's part wolf. We can't put the town off-limits to visitors, but a woman like that could cause trouble for the pack."

"Part wolf?" Tom echoed, frowning.

"I'm sure you can resist this woman's charms. She's up here doing a story on a ski resort. I don't trust the other bachelor wolves in the pack to leave her alone unless one of us takes her in hand to signal the others to keep their paws to themselves."

Tom understood why Darien wouldn't take care of the matter himself. Running a pack and the town and raising three toddlers kept him busy. Still, he didn't like it. "Why couldn't-"

"Jake's busy and he's mated. That leaves the situation up to you to handle. They'll listen to you and back off."

Tom had thought he would be tracking the mysterious wolves who had been sneaking around their territory-a much more suitable task for a pack sub-leader. Now he had to babysit a couple of male teen wolves and a woman who wasn't quite a wolf?

He took a deep breath. Still, he knew his brother's reasoning was sound. Wolf-shifter females were rarer than males in any pack-and jealously guarded, too. The Silver pack had been through some trouble of that sort with female shifters from the neighboring red pack. The men in the red wolf pack felt that the gray wolves should have had no claim to the red she-wolves. Tom knew Darien would like to avoid that sort of situation again with this newcomer.

"All right. But I'll be patrolling this morning, so I won't be able to watch the teens or the woman all that much."

"Alert the ski patrol to watch the boys and let you know if they do anything that's unsafe. The others can be your eyes and ears. When our bachelor males see that the woman's with you-so to speak-the word will spread and hopefully no one will hassle her. Learn when she's leaving the area and work yourself into her schedule. If she doesn't leave the slopes until later this afternoon when you're free, you can be her ski buddy."

Tom raised a brow.

"You know what I mean. Make sure you're with her until she leaves. I don't mean you have to stay with her overnight."

"Not happening." Although one-night stands with humans were acceptable for wolf shifters, Tom didn't dare show any interest in a human around here. In this town, every wolf would hear of it. Too much of a problem with rumor control. And a part wolf? What the hell did that mean anyway? "I'm off."

Tom threw on his parka, grabbed his gloves, and headed out. He had no doubt a woman who was part she-wolf wouldn't interest him in the least.


Decorated in Queen Anne-style furniture, Elizabeth's bedroom at the B and B made her feel like she'd been transported to the past. The chairs had clawed feet, and everything from the footboards to the canopy over the bed was draped in ecru lace.

Elizabeth paced across the elegant bedroom. She had called North to arrange a time and place to meet with him. He had agreed to hand over the evidence of her uncle's complicity in murdering her parents in exchange for the deed to her family horse farm, but the red wolf was not happy.

"What do you mean you're in Silver Town?" North snarled.

"I'm writing the article for my newspaper here. Bring the evidence to the ski resort. You should be able to arrive there by two. Right?"

North didn't say anything, but she could hear his highly agitated heavy breathing on the line.

"I won't meet you at your place," Elizabeth continued, disregarding how irritated he was with her. "I'll be at the Timberline Ski Lodge at two."

"You couldn't have picked a worse place for me to meet with you." North finally let out his breath. "If I have any trouble getting there-the road conditions are bad due to the snowstorm-I'll give you a ring."

"All right. See you this afternoon otherwise." She ended the call and left the room to join Bertha, the owner of the B and B, in the kitchen for breakfast.

She hadn't realized the B and B was run by a gray wolf couple, but she'd been fortunate that the husband was off on a trip somewhere and his wife was really nice to her. She thought maybe Bertha was just an oddity, but then again, maybe because Elizabeth wasn't a gray wolf, Bertha didn't care what she was.

"Good morning, Elizabeth," Bertha greeted her. The woman had springy silver curls and a round face and a cherub smile that reminded Elizabeth of Mrs. Claus. She wore a colorful burgundy and blue floral dress that matched the bouquets of flowers sitting on the dining-room table, kitchen bar, and tables in the common room. Ivies wound around wrought-iron plant stands, and small ficus trees were grouped next to the big windows that looked out on a tree-filled yard blanketed in snow.

"Good morning. The kitchen smells delightful." Elizabeth sat down at the table covered in white lace to have a cup of steaming-hot chocolate and a freshly baked cinnamon roll. The frosting melted over the top and dripped down the sides.

The scent of cinnamon filled the kitchen, and Elizabeth took in another deep breath. Just breathing in the sweet, sugary smell was bound to pack on the pounds.

"Are you sure the ski patroller won't be too put out about having to drop by and pick me up?" Elizabeth asked before she took a bite of the homemade cinnamon roll. If she didn't ski enough to burn up the calories on the slopes, she would have to run in her wolf coat in the woods tonight.

"No, Tom has to drive right by here to get to the slopes. His brother Darien said Tom works until noon and would bring you home anytime you're ready."

"He doesn't have to do that. I can take the shuttle."

The front door opened, bells jingling, and though Elizabeth couldn't see the new arrival, she assumed it was her ride. She didn't rise from the table, not wanting to appear too anxious or foolish if it wasn't Tom.

"Tom, is that you?" Bertha called out. "We're in the kitchen."

"Yeah, is the lady ready?" Tom sounded a little gruff, annoyed, put out.

Just like Elizabeth had assumed he'd be. She should have called a cab, if they even had cabs in Silver Town.

Tom strode into the kitchen as if he was on a mission and ready to get it over with.

He was tall, and his light-brown windswept hair and shadow of a beard gave him a rugged look. His cheeks were full of color from the cold. His eyes were the same rich shade of light brown as his hair, and they were instantly locked on hers.

He took in a deep breath, and she did, too, in a wolf's way of determining how someone felt. Instantly, she knew he wasn't all human.

She got a whole lot more of a perspective than just emotions.

He was one hot-looking gray wolf. And that could mean trouble for her.

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