Coming Home

By Melissa Frost

A Werewolf Story

As a foster care child, Andi never stays long in one place. She doesn't have a chance to connect with anyone—until sexy, blue-eyed Devon walks into her life.

Devon claims to have known her birth parents. He’s even got a photograph to prove it. He shows up offering her everything she could ever want—a friend, a connection to her family, and answers.

The only problem is Devon’s friendship comes with a few complications attached. There’s the fact that he’s a werewolf, and then there’s the territorial clan out to start a war with Devon’s pack. What started as a simple journey to learn about herself turns into a dangerous road trip that could get her killed.

If she can survive, Andi just might get the answers that have been plaguing her, and she might just fall in love with her new furry pal along the way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Teen
• Release date: Jan 12, 2016
• ISBN: 9781772336641

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Copyright© 2016 Melissa Frost

ISBN: 978-1-77233-664-1

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Lisa Petrocelli

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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I would like to thank all of the amazing people at Evernight. They have helped bring my stories to life! I’d also like to thank my awesome readers! Lastly, I owe thanks to my beautiful family. Their support means the world to me.

COMING HOME

A Werewolf Story

Melissa Frost

Copyright © 2015

Chapter One

Andi stared blankly toward the front of the classroom where her biology teacher was prattling on about genetics. Out of all of her subjects, she found this to be the worst. While all of the other students seemed fascinated at the idea of tracing their eye color back to their parents or grandparents, she saw it as just one more alienation.

Her parents had died when she was six, and she’d been moving from one foster home to another ever since. She assumed her grandparents to be deceased as well, because no one had stepped forward to claim her over the years. She was a nobody, unwanted, and unloved. She’d bounced erratically around in the system throughout her teenage years, and in March when she turned eighteen, she’d be on her own.

She hoped to finish school and maybe take a few nursing classes at a community college somewhere, but she wasn’t sure how realistic that idea was when she would be struggling to support herself. She feared becoming another statistic working at a gas station or fast-food joint for the rest of her life.

Pressing her lips together at that grim possibility, she turned her head to gaze out the window. Silently, she vowed not to let that happen. She would find a way to make it work, to get some sort of an education. She had a feeling she could get assistance with paying for school, but renting an apartment would be a different story. It would be a difficult balancing act, but she was willing to do whatever it took.

As she stared out the window, a flicker of movement caught her eye. It took her a moment to locate the source, and when she did, she gave a start. There in the middle of the student terrace stood a wolf.

He was boldly out in the open, not bothering to hide in the shrubbery or brush. His fur was a creamy yellow, the color of lemon chiffon. He was beautiful, his long, slender neck raised so his bright, glittering eyes could look toward the building and its many windows.

Andi swore his eyes locked onto hers. It sent a jolt of electricity down her spine, and the hair on her arms stood on end. She held his gaze, afraid that if she looked away, he would disappear.

The bell suddenly sounded, causing her to jump in her seat. This movement broke the spell, and the wolf turned and bolted into the brush, no doubt heading to the wooded area just beyond the school.

She toyed with the idea of warning her teacher of the animal’s presence so close to the building, but brushed it aside. No doubt the wolf had run off into the woods. Besides, she was new to this area. She had no clue how often this sort of thing happened around here. The others could very well be used to such occurrences.

Snatching up her books, she hurried out into the hall. Her locker was close by, so she dropped everything off, grabbed her purse and coat, and rushed out toward the school’s side exit in hopes of catching sight of the wolf again. She had yet to make any friends at this new school, so she was able to quickly make it through the throng of bodies without being stopped. To everyone else, she was nothing more than the girl who would be with them for a few months and out of their lives by June, after graduation. They didn’t bother with her, and she didn’t bother them. It was a peaceful, if lonely, unspoken agreement.

Disappointment filled her when she realized there was no way the wolf had lingered. There were too many teenagers filling the veranda. They pressed in against the small square, voices raised and their excited hollers ringing through the air.

Sighing with regret, she trudged in the direction of her foster home. Many of the students drove, but she’d yet to get a license. She was never in one place long enough, and no one had ever felt the urge to teach her to drive. This meant she was stuck making the ten-minute walk out in the cold.

It didn’t bother her so much, as the cold didn’t seem to affect her like it did everyone else. As long as she was bundled in a coat, she could survive without too much griping. She supposed it was because she had greater problems than the weather to bring her down.

Ducking her head so her hood took the brunt of the wind, she tucked her hands into her pockets and started plodding down the snowy sidewalk. Her thick boots crunched along the frozen layer of ice