🐺 Welcome to Wolf Shield — Guardians of Chaos, Book 1 (Serialized Just For You)

What happens when a fiery redhead with a shoe obsession stumbles into a supernatural battle she was never meant to see?

Fergie McAndrews thought she was just another ordinary human. But when danger explodes around her, she discovers the world of the paranormal—and a Wolf Shifter sworn to protect it.

Hudson Stormwolfe is more than just a growly, protective hero. He’s a Guardian of Chaos. His job is to keep the earth safe from forces most humans will never believe in. But when Fergie crosses his path, everything changes.
Her voice, her scent, her smile—all of it calls to his inner Wolf. Fate just handed him his mate.

Now Hudson will do anything to keep her safe… even if it means starting a war.

🔥 This is a steamy, fast-paced, shifter-human romance featuring:

• Fated Mates

• InstaLove

• Supernatural Secrets

• Protective Alpha Hero

• Strangers to Lovers

• A Curvy, Sassy Heroine

  

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Guardians of Chaos Pledge
I am the watcher in the storm.
I am the iron shield.
I protect against those who seek to control the wild nature of magic.
I am the guardian of chaos. To thrive, we must be free.
From chaos comes creation.

Chapter 1 of Wolf Shield starts now

“Why are we traipsing through the f*cking swamp to meet your so-called contact, Fur?” Hudson Stormwolfe, or Storm as he was known, growled at his friend and fellow Guardian, “A goddamn coffee shop wouldn’t do?”

The Horse Shifter snorted as Storm stepped in a hole cursing quietly as a trickle of slimy sludge slipped inside his once clean steel-toed boots.

“Oh, you are going to scrape these clean,” he shot at Furio.

“Dude, just watch your step,” Furio retorted making a show of how easily his long legs ate up the muddy landscape.

F*ck him, snarled Storm’s Wolf. Trudging through the muck was not his animal’s idea of a good time. Give him a dense, clean forest any day. Storm only agreed to accompany Furio because Kingston told him to go.

Their leader could be a hard ass at times, but no one f*cked with the Dragon Shifter just lately. Not because they were afraid, but for other reasons. Losing one’s mate could really f*ck a guy up inside. Besides, Storm had liked Neela, may she rest in peace for eternity.

Damn the Loyalists. Those bastards were nothing more than terrorists and fanatics attacking supernatural creatures and hoarding magic for their own nefarious purposes. They wanted to control and siphon out the one thing every supernatural needed to live with their leaders as the gatekeepers. That thing was of course magic itself.

Loyalists believed that common folk had no business accessing magic. They wanted to keep it for the elite, the wealthy, and basically anyone who did what they said. They were nothing more than pirates and madmen as far as Storm was concerned.

They had been around for nearly as long as the Guardians of Chaos. Storm was proud to call himself a Guardian. He was more than able and willing to do his part to ensure freedom for all supernatural-kind.

Even after all this time, those bastards still failed to gain the momentum necessary to achieve their goals. Their terroristic acts were the stuff of nightmares. Especially this latest attack on the Guardians’ leader. The heinous crime was without precedent.

It still left a bad taste in Storm’s mouth. He gritted his teeth as his mind still tried to take in the fact she was gone. Neela Baldric, the beloved mate of their once fearless leader, was brutally attacked while on her way to the supermarket.

The gentlewoman was a rare and precious creature and was mated to his superior, Kingston Baldric, for many years. She’d only just succumbed to her wounds a few months ago, leaving all of them bereft of her company, but none so much as Kingston.

“We all miss her, bro,” Furio said, and Storm realized he’d been projecting.

He hated it when he did that. Though truthfully, it wouldn’t have mattered. Furio felt her loss as well. Everyone in Kingston’s group of Guardians felt the loss keenly.

These kinds of terroristic acts were the new tool the Loyalists used to persuade mainstream paranormal society to their way of thinking. Blackmail, bribery, murder, mayhem, all elements of destruction that this so-called law-abiding organization stooped to in order to fulfill their aims.

Not on his watch, Storm vowed to himself. It was his job and that of all the Guardians to stop those bastards and ensure freedom for their kind.

“Sorry,” Storm muttered, “still, we had to meet in a f*cking swamp, Furio?”

“What swamp, bro? We’re in Secaucus,” Furio opened his arms wide and gestured to the thick, musty smelling wetland they were currently stalking through.

It was just a little past ten o’clock at night, but summer in the Garden State meant hot and sticky. Especially in that small portion of undeveloped marshlands. Storm growled when his foot sank yet again, ankle-deep, into another muddy hole.

Goddamn it, he grimaced, and slapped his friend in the back of the head. Then he counted to three like he’d been told to do by another of their own, Egros, a male Witch who thought the Wolf Shifter would have better control if he could simply manage his anger.

Yeah. Right. The hell with counting. He was going to kick Furio’s ass when they were done here.

“Half the f*cking state is a swamp,” Storm growled, shaking the muck off his foot, “I thought you were born here?”

“I was. Born and bred in Hoboken, cumpy.”

“What?”

“Nothin’ man, just some local slang from when I was a kid. Anyway, you’re shittin’ me right, New Jersey isn’t a swamp,” snorted the Stallion Shifter.

Storm rolled his eyes and blew out a breath. What was he going to do with this guy? Thirty years as a Guardian, and Furio was still a rookie to Storm, who’d spoke his vows over a hundred years ago this past April.

As a Wolf Shifter, he had a longer than average life expectancy, which had only increased when he’d pledged his allegiance to serve all the supernatural creatures living on this planet as a Guardian. He’d fought too many battles to count, but the work was meaningful. Protecting freedom always was.

It had been the same for his grandfather, who’d raised him just outside the boundaries of the Pack where his father still ruled as Alpha. His older brother was the heir which usually meant younger brothers were ousted or had to challenge for positions in the Pack. Rather than stay and fight for his dominance in the place of his birth, he’d left.

Storm respected tradition, but he had had a higher calling to serve. The Guardians of Chaos were an elite order of supernaturals. The higher ups did not want it said they were showing favoritism to any specific Pack, Clan, Coven or what have you, so they composed each unit of a mix of supes. It took years to build the kind of team Storm was a part of.

Furio might be considered new, but he was still one of them. So fine, maybe Storm wouldn’t kick his ass outright, but he could best him in training. That would satisfy both his Wolf and human sides.

“Did you hear Kingston has a meeting with the Assembly next week to discuss Neela’s passing?” Furio spoke in a low voice, but with his supernaturally enhanced senses, Storm heard him just fine.

“I did. The Assembly, are all former Guardians, they will understand Kingston’s loss and will likely support his call to mount a hunt for the Loyalist who’d ordered the hit,” Storm responded.

“We’re not Enforcers, Storm. Their job is to police the paranormal peoples of the earth, not ours. Guardians of Chaos don’t promote actual chaos, right?” asked Furio, and he was right to a point.

“Look, we are called Guardians of Chaos, because from chaos, aka freedom, comes creativity. If we lose that, we perish. A Guardian is the ultimate protector of free thought, and therefore, the champion of creation itself. Neela was a cherished female and Kingston’s to protect and to avenge. We might not understand what it is like to be mated, Furio, but he has rights and this did happen because of our war,” Storm responded.

“All for magic? Neela was killed so the Loyalists could control magic? How would that even happen?”

“No, she was killed to break us. Without our leader, the Loyalists hope to win whatever scheme they are hatching and believe me, they are always plotting something. Whoever controls magic, controls us all,” he grunted.

The way Storm understood it, magic was a finite thing, like ore, it was distributed organically, used, and recycled by each supernatural group as needed. The ancient ones, gods, goddesses, or what have you created magic out of chaos for each paranormal species to grow and take shape.

“What would they do, if they had it all?” Furio asked.

“What’s with all the f*cking questions?” growled Storm.

It was not for any one of them to control the others’ usage of this gift. It went against their very nature as magical creatures.

Storm understood this. It was why he’d never looked back after leaving the Black Moon Pack to follow in his grandfather’s footsteps. With his father still ruling and his brother as heir, his life there would have been difficult to say the least.

He was too dominant. More so than his old man, yet the tradition dictated that the second son could not be Alpha.

Leaving was his only option, and his grandfather had ensured that he had all the knowledge he needed before his time came. Storm had joined the crusade against those who sought to rule over the entire supernatural world before he was old enough to vote. He knew his duty was no longer to Pack, but to his band of Guardians.

Which was why he was wading through the last thick patch of swampland left undeveloped in Secaucus, New Jersey, home of the best outlet shopping this side of the Hudson River for which he was named, at the behest of one of his own.

F*cking Furio.

“Sorry, cump, talking helps pass the time. Anyway, my CI prefers to be away from prying eyes, you know he’s part Goblin, and more than a little skittish.”

“Yeah, well, what news does he have, anyway?”

“He thinks he found the Loyalists’ new headquarters. It was too good a tip to pass up. He’s supposed to have the GPS coordinates for me tonight.”

“Shit. That is important. But he couldn’t have texted them?”

“Nah,” Furio shook his head, causing his long hair, which was bound in a leather thong to sway side to side, mimicking that of his shifted form.

He stopped to touch one of the long overgrown cattails they’d passed, and Storm stilled in his tracks, wondering if he heard something. Like a woman breathing or humming or something. But how could that be? They were in the middle of nowhere. Furio dropped the cattail and turned toward the soft, and admittedly pleasant, vocals.

“Hey, you hear that?” Furio asked.

Storm raised his hand to quiet the other man. His Wolf was at full attention. A warm breeze blew in their direction, and he breathed it in deep siphoning through the various layers, hoping to identify whatever made that sound.

Along with the heavy scent of the dense and decaying vegetation, came another, lighter, much more pleasant fragrance. It sifted through Storm’s highly acute olfactory system, teasing and tempting his senses. Whatever it was, Storm wanted more.

His Wolf’s ears worked to zero in on the source of both the sounds and the tantalizing fragrance that seemed too soft, too fine for the misty marshlands of Secaucus, New Jersey.

“It’s like brown sugar and marzipan,” he murmured as the sweet fragrance danced across his senses, like something out of a dream.

“What?” laughed Furio, but he ignored the Stallion.

He knew better than to go traipsing off after a phantom scent, but there was something about it. Something all too tempting and familiar. Storm’s Wolf perked up. He growled low and deep as he took in another breath.

That scent, that crazy good scent, was like a shock to the system, but not necessarily unpleasant. More like an awakening. Storm noticed the Stallion Shifter walking through the thicket towards that divine fragrance, and the Wolf inside of him snarled.

“What the hell, cump?” Furio asked.

Storm shook his head. What the heck was wrong with him? Furio was his friend and fellow Guardian.

It didn’t matter. It upset the Wolf. Storm shook his head and tried to silence the beast, but his animal was insistent. He needed to beat his friend to the source of that heavenly scent.

“Shit,” he growled.

He hurried past the Stallion, using his superior height to gain the advantage, despite Furio’s better speed. The Stallion couldn’t beat him there. Storm would not allow it. He leapt over fallen trees and shrubs, avoiding the holes that had gotten him twice already in the deceptively soft, wet earth, until he reached the edge of what seemed to be a parking lot.

The heavy breathing coming from behind him told the Wolf that Furio had managed to keep pace, but the Stallion needed to hit the gym more if he was out of breath. It was shameful for a Guardian to be so easily exhausted. Then again, when had he ever beaten the Horse Shifter in a race?

“Damn, Storm, I never saw you run so fast,” he huffed and Storm blinked in surprise, “shit, if I’d have known this lot was so close, I wouldn’t have made us park behind the stadium and walk,” the Stallion sucked in air greedily.

“Shhh,” Storm held up his hand for silence.

His Wolf’s enhanced vision allowed him to make out the details of the scene before him. They were just outside the fenced in parking lot of some kind of building. There was a municipal sign hanging up not too far away.

It was late at night, so it wasn’t the courthouse, and there were no cop cars parked outside, so it wasn’t a police station either. He looked around for any other indication of what the older cement building was. Ah, another dented sign.

“It’s a library,” Furio whispered.

“I see that,” Storm growled.

He was angry and on edge, and he had no f*cking idea why. His entire body vibrated with energy. He was not nervous, just impatient, he realized. That was odd, too.

What could he possibly be waiting for here? His Wolf dripped saliva from his fangs as he waited in that metaphysical plane where he rested until Storm called to him. He tried to consider what led him there, but all coherent thought fled his brain the second she came into view.

The strange woman was all the way on the other end of the tiny parking lot. A tall security fence and a good fifty feet of black asphalt stood between the female and the place where the two Guardians lurked, but Storm could still make out every detail of the stunning creature.

“She’s a little round, but I always did like a girl with some cushion for the pushin’,” Furio elbowed him jokingly, but his words enraged Storm.

The Wolf inside of him snarled and growled and before he could stop himself, he had Furio by the collar of his shirt. He’d lifted the Stallion a good foot off the ground before shock had him dropping his friend.

“The f*ck?” Furio choked and rubbed his bruised neck.

Storm ignored him, eyes glued to the woman in the ankle-length skirt and short-sleeved blouse. She wore shiny red shoes with high spindle-like heels. Stilettos, he thought, and for the first time he understood why they were called that.

They might not be good for running, but the long, skinny heels could pierce a man’s heart just like the stealthy blade someone named them after. As it was, he more than appreciated the way the shiny red heels lengthened her legs and caused her hips to sway seductively in the yellowish glow of the streetlights.

Her hair was pulled back in a loose bun. She’d obviously tried to tame her fiery red locks, but curls still fell around her lovely face. Storm observed the subtle highlights and lowlights in her hair color even in the diminished light, noting with pleasure her eyelashes held the same coppery tinge.

So, she was a natural redhead. Good. He did not like artificial things. Unlike most redheads who leaned towards fair-skinned, this beautiful woman had a healthy bronze glow to her. Her whiskey brown eyes were large and bright in the darkness.

He appreciated her plump pink lips, straight nose, and stubborn little chin. She was a knockout. The most gorgeous creature he’d ever laid eyes on.

Storm was thunderstruck. He watched her innocently sashay across the otherwise deserted parking lot to a beat up looking pick-up truck.

Hmm. Odd car choice, he thought.

That was all he had time to think as three men crept out of the shadows and circled the tiny female. Blood rushed through his being and he couldn’t make out what was being said.

Whatever it was, didn’t matter. One of them dared grab her arm and tossed her purse aside. Storm’s fangs lengthened and claws popped free of his nails. The sound of her scream woke something furious inside of him. His entire body trembled with the strength of his fury. He needed to get to her. Now. There was no time to lose.

“Uh, what is that?” Furio tapped his shoulder and Storm turned and snarled.

His friend pointed down. Storm looked and took a step back in surprise. His palms were glowing. Small blue lights were circling both hands. His feet and legs were covered in what looked like shadowy black smoke billowing skywards. It was magic. He knew that much. It didn’t hurt, but he’d never felt it before.

“Holy shit, Storm! Do you know what this means?”

Then it hit him. The reason for all the sudden changes. He turned to Furio and growled one word.

“Mine.”

His female shrieked and hit the ground, and the Wolf inside him howled in fury.

Protect, the Wolf demanded.

He barely blinked his eyes, then he was directly in front of the female. It was like he’d moved through time and space. Storm appeared in front of her, shielding her from the soon-to-be-dead men who dared touch what was his.

He lifted his lip and snarled at the three assholes. It was nothing more than legend, he’d always thought. A fairy tale to keep younger supes from leaving the order. But he might have to change his mind.

He lifted his fists, still glowing with blue magic, and slammed it into the face of the first one of the three to launch an attack against him. Sparks flew, as did the assailant’s teeth.

“What are you waiting for,” Storm said to the other two.

He smiled wickedly. Looked like even Shifter fairy tales were true sometimes. It was rumored that the Guardians were blessed by the Fates that upon finding their true mates they would receive certain magical benefits to promote honoring their vows till death.

Stronger together, those were the words etched inside the doorway of the Keep. Now Storm finally understood their meaning.

“Mine,” he looked down into startled butterscotch eyes.

He knew without doubt the woman was his mate, and he would shield her from harm.

Always.

To be continued…