Exclusive Excerpt: Protecting the Gray Wolf

If they want his immortality—they’ll have to take it…in the second deeply sexy and bold Lone Wolf Legacy series from New York Times bestselling author N.J. Walters. Releasing on February 12, 2024, this book is currently available for pre-order. Find out where to pre-order here.



Fear had a taste; it was bitter and foul. Sweat beaded on her brow. Her throat tightened, making her threat to yell a lie.

Fight or flight. He was too damn big to fight. Putting both hands against his chest, she shoved. Caught off guard, he pitched backward. She ran for the door. She’d barely made it two steps before a big arm banded around her waist and plucked her right off her feet. She kicked back with her heels.

“Stop fighting me. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Like she’d believe him. She had and the hurt of his betrayal was almost as bad as the loss of her work. That could be replicated. She doubted she’d ever lower her guard enough to trust another soul as long as she lived. Lesson learned. Kick someone enough times and they finally got the message. People couldn’t be trusted.

She threw her head back, trying to catch his nose. He swore, managing to duck out of the way. “Let me go.” The demand came out as more of a plea.

He buried his face in the curve of her neck. “I can’t.”

Physically and mentally exhausted, she stopped struggling. There was no way she could win against his strength. If she was smart, maybe she could lull him into believing she’d given in and watch for another opportunity.

“I don’t know Solange Dupree.” Ignoring her snort of disbelief, he forged on. “But I know the name. I recently learned I had an enemy. Want to guess her name?”

“That’s not possible. We never met until last night. Why would she bother with me?”

He slowly lowered her so her feet touched the floor but didn’t remove his arm. “It’s a long story.”

She snorted. “Not like I’m going anywhere.” Not yet, at any rate. The door was a matter of feet away, but it might as well have been miles—with a gator-infested moat

Sighing, he unwound his arm. “I won’t keep you against your will.”

Wait. What? She turned, certain there must be some kind of catch. His lips were tight. His stormy gray eyes burned with anger. Her earlier fear dissolved, which made no sense.

He’s angry at himself, not me.

He was also telling the truth. “Why? Why let me go?” Seconds before, he’d blocked her from leaving.

“Having you afraid of me is worse than losing you.” He straightened and put his hands on his hips. “I’ll let you go, but I’ll follow. If you don’t believe anything, believe this. Solange will stop at nothing to capture me. If that means she has to hurt you to do it, she will. I can’t allow that.”

Luna rubbed her fingers over her forehead. “I feel like I’m missing half the conversation. Nothing makes any sense. Why does she want you? And why do you care what happens to me? I’m nothing to you.”

He reached out, as if to cup her face, but dropped his hand back by his side. “We’re connected you and I.”

Damn it, she felt it, too. As much as she wanted to deny it, pretend it wasn’t real, the link existed. “Why? How?”

“I keep telling you. I’m the gray wolf.”


I’m used to other wolves coming for me. They want their chance to try and take out the infamous Gray Wolf. And every single one of them fails—because lone wolves aren’t like the others…we’re stronger. Harder. Meaner. Immortal.

But it also means I’m alone. No pack. No alpha. Just the three of us—white, gray, and black. Two too many, if you ask me.

But with power-hungry mages gunning for us, I don’t have the luxury of reflection. They’re in New York City, and I Will. Hunt. Them. Down.

Which is when I see her, and every cell in my body is on alert, filled with the kind of primal longing I never knew I was capable of. Luna West may be human, but there’s some kind of thread connecting us. Call it destiny, fate…or voracious animal hunger.

I know she’s bait. She’s meant to tempt me, to make me weak. But even if I could resist her, I’m not sure I want to.

Because I’ve never denied my wolf anything…especially the chance to raise some serious hell.

And I’m not about to start now.



LogoAN.J. Walters is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, assassins, time-travelers, seductive handymen, and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.

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