Novels by E.T Graves

The first bike rumbled into the lot at exactly 0600 hours. Then another. And another. Within ten minutes, fifty Harleys lined the perimeter like a wall of chrome and leather, their engines ticking as they cooled.The men who walked through the door looked like they’d stepped out of a Reacher adaptation—tactical pants, moisture-wicking shirts, and plate carriers loaded with mags.Derek was the first through. His face was still bruised from the ambush, one eye swollen nearly shut, but he moved as if nothing hurt, his AR-15 slung across his back.“Alpha,” he nodded once.“Derek.”The others filed in behind him, forming a loose semicircle. Fifty sets of eyes locked onto me, waiting. The air thrummed with power.“Most of you know why you’re here,” I said, my voice carrying easily in the cavernous space. “Tulcero put a hit out on me. They ambushed our pack and killed twenty-five of our brothers. They think we’re weak.”A low growl rippled through the group.“Tonight, their crushed skulls wi

I pulled up my contacts and started scrolling through names. I needed answers. I needed answers—Kendall couldn’t have wiped everybody's mind, and why did I still remember if she had wiped their minds? It didn’t make sense. Thankfully, I had snapped the invitation list that had the number of people that attended the reunion.Jessica Martinez. I tapped her name.It rang four times before she answered. “Hello?”“Jessica, it’s Maren. From the reunion.”“Oh. Hey.” Her voice was cold.“I need to ask you something about last night—”“Look, I don’t know what your deal is, but I already talked to the police. Nothing happened. It was just a normal party.”“Jessica, please—”“Stop calling people and harassing them with this crazy story, Maren. It’s embarrassing.”She hung up.I stared at the phone, my chest tight.Okay. Next name.Mark Chen. Then Tanya Brooks. Then Brandon Torres.Every single one of them said the same thing. Nothing happened. It was just a regular reunion. I must have been drun

I pulled into my driveway and killed the engine. For a moment, we just sat there in the quiet, basking in the presence of each other.“You okay?” he asked.I nodded, though I wasn’t entirely sure it was true. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”“If Kendall contacts you—”“I’ll let you know immediately,” I finished. “I promise.”He looked at me, his expression unreadable. “Be careful, Maren. She’s dangerous.”“I know.”I climbed out of the car, and he followed me to the porch. We stood there awkwardly for a moment, and I found myself not wanting him to leave.“Thank you,” I said softly. “For everything. For coming with me to the police station. I’m so grateful that you're here for me.”He stepped closer, and my breath caught. For a second, I thought he might kiss me. Part of me wanted him to. But he just squeezed my shoulder gently. “Lock your doors. Call me if you notice anything strange.”“I will.”I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, my heart still racing. What was happening to me

The laptop screen glowed in the darkness of my living room. I’d positioned it on the coffee table, angling the camera so the Elders could see me clearly, but making sure the background remained in shadow.The call connected, and three faces appeared.Elder Morgana sat in the center—ancient, sharp-eyed, her white hair pulled back tight. To her left was Elder Blackwood, broad-shouldered and scowling as usual. On her right sat Elder Cassius, his fingers steepled beneath his chin.“Calder,” Morgana said, her voice like grinding gravel. “Report.”I straightened in my chair. “The integration into Ridgeway Oaks is proceeding as planned. The mayor has been… cooperative. The humans have been given their timeline. One year to relocate.”“And the territory itself?” Thorne asked. “Is it suitable?”“More than suitable. Low supernatural presence. Our pack would thrive in these communities.”“Good.” Morgana’s eyes narrowed. “Now. Let’s discuss the recent… incident.”Here we go.“What the fuck happen

Maren pulled away from me slightly, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. Her breathing was still uneven, but the worst of the panic seemed to be passing.“Here’s what happened,” she said, her voice hoarse.“Okay.”She took a shaky breath. “Kendall organized a reunion. I thought it was just a casual get-together for old classmates. When I got there, everything seemed normal at first—food, drinks, people catching up. But then…” Her hands twisted in her lap. “Then things got weird. People started bragging, taking shots at each other. It turned hostile really fast, so I decided to leave.”I nodded, letting her continue.“But then Kendall called us back. Said she had something important to discuss. And then—” Her voice cracked. “Then someone tried to leave, and the door was locked. Kendall pulled out a gun. She had these men with her, three of them, all armed. She fired a shot to show that she wasn’t playing.”My jaw clenched. “She held you at gunpoint.”“Yes.” Maren’s eyes were d

“Last chance,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “Who sent you? Give me a name.”She spat blood at my feet. “Go… to hell…”My wolf snarled, wanting to finish her. But dead people couldn’t talk. I pulled back my fist and hit her—once, hard, right at the pressure point below her ear. Her eyes rolled back, and she went limp.I descended the fire escape. The parking lot was still empty, the body of her partner already cooling on the asphalt. I hauled his corpse up the fire escape, hiding both of them in the shadows of the roof where they wouldn’t be seen from the street.I rode to the nearest 24-hour hardware store. A bored teenager behind the counter barely looked up from his phone as I walked in. I grabbed a heavy-duty canvas bag, a coil of thick industrial-grade nylon rope, and a pair of bolt cutters, their blades gleaming under the fluorescent lights. The kid rang me up without comment, probably assuming I was some contractor on a late-night job.By the time I got back to the roof,

I heard Arthur’s voice through the kitchen door.“Viktor. This is Arthur Hendrix.”A pause. My heart started beating faster.“I have a business proposition. There’s someone I need eliminated. Fenris Hendrix. My brother.”I pressed my hand over my mouth to keep from gasping.“He’s become a liability I can’t afford. Half a million pounds for whoever brings me proof of his death. Clean kill, no trace back to me or the pack.”No. No, this couldn't be happening. Arthur had forgiven Fenris. I thought they reconciled. My spat with Fenris could not be the reason why Arthur wants to kill Fenris.The call ended. I heard Arthur moving, pacing. I stepped back from the door quickly, my mind racing.What was I supposed to do? Confront him? Tell him I’d overheard?Think, Aurora. Think. I forced myself to take a breath, then another. Made my expression soft and sleepy.Then I walked into the kitchen.“Arthur?”He spun around, surprise flashing across his face before he covered it with a smile. “Morni

The pack house was quiet when I woke, Isabella’s warmth pressed against my side. Her breathing was soft.I extracted myself carefully, watching her face for any sign of waking. Nothing. She just curled into the space I’d left, pulling the blanket closer.Arthur’s wife. My wife now. I dressed in the dark—jeans, t-shirt, nothing fancy—and headed downstairs. The kitchen was empty except for the coffee maker I’d set on a timer last night.“You’re up early.”I turned to find Mother by the doorway, wrapped in a silk robe, her hair loose around her shoulders.“Couldn’t sleep,” I said, pouring two mugs of coffee. “Want some?”“Please.” She settled at the kitchen table, accepting the mug I offered. “Something on your mind?”Well, I could tell her I did a swap spell and the son she is talking to isn’t the son she thinks it is. That would definitely freak her out.“Just thinking about pack business,” I said instead.Mother studied me over the rim of her mug. “That’s very concerning of you. You n

The check sat on Dale’s kitchen table. Five hundred and fifty thousand pounds. More money than I’d ever seen in my life.“You don’t have to take it,” Dale said, refilling his coffee mug. “The police reward was one thing, but Victor’s family is trying to buy your silence.”“I know what they’re doing.” I picked up the check, studied the zeros line up. “But I’m taking it anyway.”Emma appeared in the doorway, dish towel slung over her shoulder. “What will you do with it?”That was the question, wasn’t it? Six weeks ago, I’d woken up in those woods with nothing. No name, no past, no future.Now I felt like I had something going on for me.“I’m staying,” I said. “Here. In town. I’m going to make this home.”Dale set down his mug with a soft clink. “You sure about that? Your memory could come back any day. You might have family somewhere, people looking for you.”“I don’t care about my past life anymore. From all indications, my life here is better.” I folded the check, tucked it in my pock

The farmhouse came into view, lights on in the kitchen. Dale’s truck sat in the driveway. Relief flooded through me.I dropped the bike in the driveway and ran to the front door, pounding on it with both fists.“Dale! Emma! Open up! It’s an emergency!”The porch light flicked on. The door swung open, and Dale stood there, his expression shifting from confusion to fury in half a second.“What the hell are you doing here?” His voice was low, dangerous. “I told you to stay away from my property. I warned you—”“Victor has Maggie!” I cut him off, breathing hard. “He kidnapped her. She’s locked in a cabin on the outskirts of town. I found her."Dale’s face went pale. “What are you talking about?”“Victor took her. He’s been keeping her prisoner. I swear I’m telling the truth. She’s there right now.”Emma appeared behind Dale, her hand flying to her mouth. “Oh my God. Dale, we need to—”“Where?” Dale’s voice was sharp, all the anger from before replaced with fear. “Where’s this cabin?”“Out

"You want to talk about it?” Sophie asked, handing me a mug of coffee. She settled into the chair across from me, tucking her legs under her.“Not much to talk about. Dale kicked me out. Had Victor and his friends throw me out.” I took a sip of the coffee. It was good, strong, exactly what I needed. “Can’t say I blame him.”“This is a safe space. I don’t want any self-pitying sob.”“I can’t help it.”“You’re just a guy who fell in love, don’t beat yourself up about it.” She set down her own mug, leaning forward. “Dale was protecting his daughter. I get it. But that doesn’t make what he did right.”“Doesn’t make it wrong either.”“Agree to disagree.” She was quiet for a moment, then said, “Look, I know this sucks. But maybe I can help you get back on your feet. Give you a place to stay while you figure things out, help you find a job, maybe even track down some information about your past.”I looked at her. Sophie was beautiful, smart, successful. She had her life together in ways I co

I’d tried calling John. Texting. Nothing. His phone went straight to voicemail every time. Either the battery had died or he’d turned it off. Maybe he’d thrown it away, decided a clean break was better than dragging this out. But still, he couldn’t have gone away forever.The thought made my chest hurt so badly I could barely breathe.I was in the barn, mucking out stalls. I needed something physical to do before I lost my mind completely, when I heard the truck pull up. Not Dad’s truck. I knew the sound of that engine by heart.I set down the pitchfork and walked to the barn entrance, squinting against the afternoon sun.Victor’s truck sat in the driveway, engine still running. He climbed out, wearing jeans and a button-up shirt like he was going on a date. The sight of him made anger spike in my brain.“What the hell are you doing here?” I called out, not bothering to hide the venom in my voice.“Came to check on you,” he said, walking toward me. “Heard you’ve been having a rough fe