Novels by Harry Bret

FLETCHER'S POVSnap....My bones crunched back into place, a symphony of agony.Each joints realigned with a loud crack that echoed through the empty road. A burning sensation raced down my spine, and I bit back with a scream. After decades of shifting, you'd think I'd get used to the pain. I never did.I gasped, clutching my side. The skin knit together, sealing the deep wound Logan's men had left, but the phantom pain remained.My fingers came away sticky with blood—some mine, some theirs. The silver traces in the wound made my skin itch and burn as my body fought to expel the foreign substance.I stood up, naked and covered in dirt.I didn't care about the nudity. Carlos and I had shifted in front of each other a thousand times.My clothes were scattered across the road in shredded pieces, soaked in blood. I'll probably need new ones before we reached Centro Villa, but that was a problem for later."I don't know whether to be happy or offended," I rasped, spitting blood onto the

FLETCHER'S POVI felt a sharp pain on my shoulder.I snarled, ducking under a jagged hook that aimed for my throat.I was surrounded by four of Logan's henchmen.They moved like a pack, covering each other's weaknesses, exploiting every opening I gave them."Die, you Belmont trash!" one of them screamed, lunging at me.I gutted him before he hit the ground, but two more took his place. A claw raked down my back, and I roared in frustration.Where was Carlos?My cousin should have finished with Logan by now. Unless.....I looked up just in time to see a blur of fur launch from the shadows.Carlos, my cousin hit Logan with the force of a freight train, pinning the traitor to the dirt. His massive wolf form dwarfed Logan's, and for a moment, I thought we had him."Get him!" a rogue shouted. "Don't let him escape!""I need backup!" Carlos yelled, his voice straining as he grappled with Logan.But Logan was fast. Too fast.Something was wrong. Logan had always been strong, but this was di

BIANCA'S POVI froze immediately, for a second I couldn't move an inch, I was being surrounded on all.I was panicking the whole time. It wasn't just that they were shifters. It was the look in their eyes which screamed hunger and lust.I took a step back, feeling a sudden weakness in my feet."She's a nice catch," one of them sneered again, licking his lips.His tongue dragged across his bottom lip slowly. The others chuckled, a sound like gravel scraping against bone. They weren't just threatening me; they were enjoying it.I realized my mistake too late. Dartmoor was a prison island. Most of the convicts were male. A woman—even a scarred, rejected one like me—was a prize.I'd been on Dartmoor for less than twenty minutes.I tried to retreat, but the hedges behind me rustled. Two more men stepped out, blocking my path to the port.Trapped.My wolf snarled, urging me to shift, to fight. But I was outnumbered and exhausted from the journey. Even at full strength, I'd never faced odds

BIANCA'S POV"Get this filthy thing out of my sight!"Jack pointed a shaking finger at me, then at my parents. He was clearly upset which was quite unsettling for me.I just wanted the ground to swallow me up, I couldn't stand the embarrassment.My father stepped forward, his chest heaving with rage."Watch your tone, boy," my father growled.But it was a hollow threat. Jack was the Alpha's son. My father was just a low-ranking wolf who dared to love a human.Jack's lip curled, and he took a deliberate step back, as if proximity to me might contaminate him. The crowd pressed closer, their whispers rising like a swarm of hornets. Some faces showed pity. Some showed satisfaction. They'd been waiting for this moment—waiting to see the half-breed finally put in her place.My mother's hand found mine, squeezing so hard my bones ground together. Her human warmth was the only anchor keeping me from collapsing.My best friend, Susanne, rushed forward. She grabbed my arm, her eyes blazing. I

BIANCA'S POV"Why would a lovely damsel like you be heading to a hellhole like Dartmoor Island?"The captain's voice pulled me from my trance. I stood at the edge of the railing, watching the dark waves crash against the hull.The sharp wind struck my ankles. I shivered."I simply have no other way to go," I whispered. "I don't have options."I tried to keep my voice steady, but the dread was overwhelming. Tears threatened to spill, hot and stinging against the cold sea spray.The captain, an old-school human with a thick white beard, studied me.His eyes dropped lower. He wasn't looking at my curves. He was staring at the jagged scar that ran from my neck down to my chin.I pulled my coat tighter."You seem like the sort that is running from something," he said, his voice rough but not unkind. "Everything about you screams fear.""Fear is all I have left," I replied.He turned his gaze toward the horizon, where a dark landmass was rising from the mist."Dartmoor Island is pure heave