Novel-novel oleh Shan R.K

Ashlyn By the time Chase and I staggered back into the Den, the sun had already burned high enough to sting my eyes. My body was raw, muscles aching, claws cracked from the run, but the ache inside hadn’t dulled. Not one bit.Haden was waiting.He stood by the main hall doors with two Sentinels at his back, their uniforms sharp, their expressions grim. His arms folded tight across his chest, his jaw cut sharp enough to draw blood. The moment I saw him, I knew something was wrong.“Another death,” he said flatly, not wasting a breath on greetings. “We need to have a call with Gordon, then pack a bag. We’re heading back to Panther City for a couple of days.”I stopped dead. My wolf bristled. The words didn’t hit like orders; they hit like a chain.And then he looked at me.“I’m going to leave you in charge.”I blinked, the words cracking through my chest. “Wait. What?”He didn’t flinch. His eyes didn’t soften. “You’ll hold here. I’ll take the Sentinels and handle Panther City.”My stom

Ashlyn The shower scalded, steam filling the small Den bathroom until I could barely see my own reflection. I stood there longer than I needed to, scrubbing my skin raw, as if hot water could peel away the memories burned into me.It didn’t.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Krav. His mouth pressed hard against mine, the way his hand had locked at my jaw, the way his chest had trembled when he told me he wanted me but couldn’t forgive me. And then him leaving, his heat ripped away like he’d never been there.The ache stayed sharp, deeper than skin, deeper than muscle. It was in my ribs, in my blood, dragging through every breath.By the time I stepped out, hair dripping down my back, Chase was waiting. He shouldn’t have been. His skin was pale, his chest still tight from the wound, the bandages stained, but he stood anyway. His wolf pushed restless against his skin, eyes bright, stubborn.“You ready?” he asked. His voice came out rough, but steady.I nodded too fast. “Yeah.”The tru

KravThe stench of the tunnels always found a way into my throat.Rot, oil, damp stone. Rat work. Panthers liked to claim they had control of these underground veins, but truth was, once you let rodents dig, they never stopped. The walls smelled with mildew, the pipes hummed low, and tonight there was a gap where there shouldn’t be one.Cordone crouched near it, his hands brushing the jagged edge of stone. “This isn’t a collapse,” he muttered, voice low. “Something pulled this open. From the outside. My guess it was the rodents.”I narrowed my eyes. The breach wasn’t big, no more than three feet across, but it was enough. Enough to slip something in. Or out. The stone was split clean, not worn. Deliberate.This was the much needed reprieve I was thinking about getting when I found out Ashlyn was leaving. Ellan stood with his arms folded, gaze steady on the crack. He wasn’t rattled. Ellan never was. His height gave him presence, broad shoulders stretched under his dark jacket. His ski

Haden 11 years ago Things that great don’t always last. I should’ve known better, but at eighteen I thought I was untouchable. I thought Ashlyn and I could burn through anything.Her eighteenth birthday proved me wrong.We were stupid and young, still learning where the edges of our bodies ended and our wolves began. That night, we didn’t stop. Clothes came off, kisses bruised, and for the first time I had her completely. My hands, my mouth, my everything. And she gave me hers.Ashlyn burned hotter than anyone. She didn’t hold back, didn’t pretend. She looked at me like I was hers, freckles dark against her flushed skin, hair spread across the sheets, orange flicker in her wolf eyes while she arched under me.It wasn’t just sex. It was a promise.We stayed tangled until dawn, her breath warm on my chest, her nails leaving marks across my back. My wolf was quiet for once, sated, steady, curled against hers like it had found home.And for a moment, I believed we’d last. why would we

Haden 11 years ago The next day I told myself I wasn’t going to look for her.Didn’t matter. My wolf already knew her scent. By the time second period ended, I’d tracked it across the quad like a starving idiot.She was by the lockers, shoving books in like they’d done something personal to piss her off. Keiral leaned beside her, chewing gum, smirking at every wolf who passed. Curt stood across the hall, laughing too loud, already catching her shit for something.I almost turned around. Almost.But then Ashlyn slammed her locker so hard the metal rang down the corridor, and every head turned. She scowled at them all, like daring anyone to say something.I stepped forward before I could stop myself.“You always slam lockers like they owe you money?”Her head snapped toward me, those orange-tinged eyes narrowing. “You always follow people around like a stalker?”My mouth went dry. Keiral’s grin widened. “Oh this is good.”Curt barked a laugh. “Horton boy’s got guts.”I ignored them bo

Haden 11 Years Ago The quad was alive with shouting as I made my way back to the parking lot. Typical Valley wolves. Arguments always ran louder than classes and today it was loud. Keiral leaned against the rail, arms folded, mouth pulled into a smirk that promised trouble. Curt circled her like a hawk circling fresh meat, tossing jabs at both girls. And then Ashlyn — fists balled, cheeks red, freckles standing out against dirt smeared across her nose.I knew them from my pack. When we arrived they were all chatting in a corner. Everyone knew the Gorde family. They had the largest amount of high anarchy wolves.“You started this, Keiral!” she snapped. “And I’m not fighting every girl in this school because you can’t keep your mouth shut.”Keiral rolled her eyes. “Please. You love it. Everyone knows you’re just waiting for an excuse to throw claws.”“Then fight your own damn battles!” Ashlyn barked back, shoving her cousin’s shoulder.Curt laughed, loud, leaning on the railing. “She

Beggar I get a weird feeling that his thoughts are playing a deadly game of Russian roulette on his mind.On the streets I learned from a young age that there is never mistaking caution for paranoia.Those two feelings can be the single thread that separates you from the living and the dead. As sad as it sounds, it wasn't until I met my father, and he held a gun to my head that I figured that out.I was twelve, still learning the rules of survival, still hoping.I snort at the thought of how stupid and naïve I was at one stage.Killer enters the bedroom and I watch the devil as he grabs the charger next to the bed in silence, at ease, leaving Zero and I alone again.Killer has noticed Zero’s behaviour too.But we remain silent in verbalizing our worry, doesn't mean we are not watching Zero.“Killer's takin’ me to see Kylie today, I wanna go alone.”“I gathered as much, tell her I said hi.” He walks closer to me, opens his mouth to say something else but thinks better of it a

Beggar still 4 months earlier I was once convinced that she will never survive my life for one day. She proved me wrong, she survived my hell for weeks and still stands.On the streets we prove our strengths by our actions, our will to survive to fight and fend for another hour.Kylie Bray has proven to be the strongest woman I know. She was raped by my husband’s men for three weeks, over and over again. Beaten within an inch of her life every day. Hours spent getting tortured by those sick fucks, while they recorded it. All that, because she chose to help me.The day I was too weak to stand I landed on her doorstep. When I rang her doorbell, I opened the floodgates that would become her hell.I should say that I regret going to her house the night I escaped from the cruel capture of Lucca, but, then I would never have spent that time with her.I would have never learned about the quirkiness of Kylie Bray.The Southern belle that hates Champaign and prefers a pizza over a bu

Beggar 4 months Earlier“Are you going to just stand there, looking at me or give me a hug.” Lucca's eyes hide a secret spell as they entrance me with just that wide-eyed knowing stare.“Well, I guess that is exactly what you are doing,” He chuckles and I stand in his foyer of his hotel room, and watch as he walks closer.He engulfs me and a dark scented whiff of his cologne embraces me as I put my head against his chest, until all I can smell, see and feel is him.“I have missed mi Amor.” His words are now all I hear. The beat of his chest silent to his deep dark voice that covers me in a web of seduction.“Amariya.” The devil calling my name penetrates through my fog mind that still insists on remembering the sweet, bitter love I had for my husband, Lucca Sanati six and a half years ago.“Yo, what's up?” I rub my eyes, inhale a deep sounding breath in an attempt to hide my forbidden thought before looking up to Killer who is standing in front of the hotel rooms armchair I am s

Beggar Present Death, the only part of our life already predicted from the moment our fetus is formed. The how’s, when and where’s may vary, but we all eventually die.Death is the finale of moments, only when that moment comes it’s a lasting moment. The one thing in our lives that is meant to last for eternity and even then, we aren't sure.What comes after death? Now that is debatable and depending solely on the one who is doing the answering.The believers might say heaven or hell. A few religions may have some varieties on the name but the places are the same. One meant for the good ones and the other meant for sinners. Some might be convinced in reincarnation of the soul or like the Atheist believe- the black space, nothing.But who on this earth really knows anything but for the paths we take to get there?Now, while those paths we take may seem similar to others and we have that moment where we delude ourselves into thinking that this person or people can relate to what

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