Run With The Wolves : Volume One : The Pack

It is the fifteenth century, and three kingdoms are caught up in the dire conflicts of their time. As the possibility of a peaceful resolution provides hope that a decade-long war will finally end, no one realizes that dark forces are waiting to invoke chaos as a full moon rises. On a farm nestled beneath the Euralene Mountains along the western border of Medinia, young Willie works for the Smythes as a serf. One moonlit evening when the Smythes are gone to a neighbouring village, Willie hears the terrified cries of animals in the pastures. When he goes to investigate, he discovers that this wolf pack attack is like no other. Badly injured during the raid, he survives-but now he is afflicted by the full-moon madness that will soon transform him into one of the wolf creatures he dreads. With his life seemingly warped forever, Willie must face the prospect of a lifelong descent into horror. In a time of witchcraft, superstitious folk lore, and fearsome creatures roaming the night, Willie struggles with an uncertain destiny and must seek help from the one man he holds most responsible for the dark fate that awaits him during the next full moon cycle. "Beware of the full moon. This one is for all of the werewolf lovers" -Top Book Reviewers A well-written and addictive first novel. -Blue Ink Review A well-developed, tightly plotted fantasy; readers will want installments two and three. -Kirkus Reviews

Willie crashed through the darker woods in a wild panic, not knowing where he was going but only that he had to get as far away as quickly as possible. His heart was pounding so hard that he felt it was going to explode in his chest. His legs were cramping and his lungs burned. As yet another branch whipped across his face, the youth seemed to sense the danger rising up behind him.
Without turning to look, he stopped short, spun about, and swung his staff around and down as hard as he could, all in one desperate motion. The lone warg-wolf advancing behind him was just about to make its leap and pull down the fleeing prey. The fierce predator was already committed to its attack and could not avoid the fire-hardened head of the staff that crashed into its skull. The creature went down in a heap at the young serf's feet.
Dropping the bloody staff, Willie stood gasping for breath as he eyed the motionless creature, which could only have come from the gates of hell itself.