Novels by Lana Tyrsen

After that, everything else began to happen all at once. A blurry, chaotic, storm of events, as attacks began, from their side, and then ours, as our patrols began to hit their more isolated groups, using the terrain they knew so well to take them by surprise. We weakened them quickly there, while our sentries weakened those who dared attack our home, the few who broke through meeting Tyson and his teams, and finding themselves overwhelmingly outmatched. As the sun went down, they only grew more desperate and disorganised, the attacking groups growing smaller, weaker, and far less confident. Within a few hours, Marcus had his original patrols hunting down the remnants of Yannick's pack. Yannick himself was captured as he tried to flee, and his Beta, Sean, was killed as he led a dismal final attempt to attack our home. It was almost dawn again when Yannick was brought before us, greatly wounded in both pride and body. Cole, Finn, and I stared down at him with disdain, while we awaite

Dorian reached up to wipe my tears with his thumbs, a look of sorrow-filled sympathy on his face, "I promise you, we'll help him as best we can," he said softly, "but your pack still needs you, you need to help them." I stared at him wide eyed, not feeling like I could help anyone right now, but he cupped my cheeks gently, giving me an encouraging nod. "I.. but.." I stammered, looking around and seeing so many uncertain faces looking right back at me, and I knew that it was me who needed to give them certainty again. He stepped back, organising for Thane to be taken to the hospital, and I shook my head sadly, taking several long deep breaths and closing my eyes for a moment, before speaking again. "I need reports," I said more firmly, "I need to know what's happening with the incursions, and.." I paused for a moment again, trying to clear my head enough to focus. "The sentries, they need to report to Finn now," I said, looking up at him. His face was pale, so very pale, and shocked,

Samantha seemed to find some determination from somewhere though, straightening her posture even as her companion fell forward, his face hitting the ground with a soft thud. She suddenly dropped her hand, allowing the metal piece to move towards her, before suddenly raising both, trying to thrust it towards me with everything she had. I screamed wordlessly, letting that rage rush through me again, wildly, as I raised both hands, thrusting them towards her. I could see the fear in her eyes as the object raced towards her, and unable to stop it, she ducked, and it shot right past her, barely missing her companions, and out of sight. She turned to me as she straightened again, but her eyes were drawn to the same thing that had caught my own attention. From Thane's slowly stirring body, a dark figure had formed, leaving his body and hovering above it. "What are you doing?!" Samantha screamed at it, sounding hysterical, "She's right there! Take her!" She pointed at me, but nothing rushed

"Where?" asked Finn, and I frowned at him, "Right there, in the middle, Thane's walking over to her.." I stopped as he exchanged a look with Jess, both of them looking puzzled. "The young blonde kid?" Jess asked, and I stared at her in bewilderment, "What young blonde kid? I mean the black haired woman, standing in the middle of the group waiting for Thane." Finn stopped walking, grabbing my arm and turning me towards him, "You see a black haired woman standing there?" he asked, as he and Jess both frowned at me in confusion. "Yes.. don't you?" I asked, suddenly feeling uncertain, and they both shook their heads looking concerned. "No.." Jess began, looking thoughtful, "Do you think.. could she be masking herself somehow?" she asked, looking up at Finn. "I don't know.." he said, as he rubbed his chin, seeming to consider the idea, then lifted a brow, looking over behind us, "but I know someone who would," he added, and I turned, seeing Elyanna over at the edge of the green, closer t

As we reached the green, we noticed the tension in the air. Nerves were frayed, and some were frightened, knowing something was happening, but having no clear message of what. A few people stopped, staring at us, seeming to be waiting for something, and I sighed, looking up at Finn. "They need to know," I said gently, and he frowned, shaking his head, "Thane.." he began, and I gently put a hand on his arm. "Check with him," I said gently, "but he's not down here, he doesn't see their nervousness. They'd feel better if they knew, and knew it was being handled." He sighed, but nodded, his eyes going blank for a moment, before they came into focus again, "He still doesn't want to share much," he said, looking mildly disappointed, "but we can let them know a little." I nodded, giving him an encouraging smile, and he turned, making eye contact with those watching and waiting nervously, beckoning them over. When a small crowd had gathered around us, he lifted his head, raising his voice,

Josefine turned to him with an arched eyebrow and a stern look, before looking back to me, "Which one of you does the Fearmonger seek?" she asked. "They said it was me," I answered quietly. "Have you confirmed it?" she asked, and I frowned, asking her, "How would I do that?" She gave a brief nod, then turned to the others, who already seemed to be gathering some things up. "Leave it with us," Josefine said, as they all began heading for the door, and Elyanna ushered for us to follow, "We will do what we can," she said encouragingly, "For now, take care of your pack, defend them if need be. We'll find you when it's time," she continued, as we followed the others outside. "When it's time for what?" I asked, as she pulled her door closed behind us, locking it with a key on a ring full of others. My mind caught on that detail for some reason, it seeming odd, given her tiny cottage, for there to be so many. She smiled and reached over to touch my cheek gently, drawing my attention back t

"You could try," Elyanna suggested tentatively, just as I felt Ceridwen stir in the deepest recesses of my mind once more. Even at such a distance, I could sense her strong feeling of reluctance. "Try what?" I asked, my voice unsteady, and both elder womens' stares snapped sharply to me. Elyanna opened her mouth to explain, seeming almost as reluctant as Ceridwen had felt before she'd slunk away into nothingness once more, but Mathilde caught her eye, shaking her head. "I can.. read people's beasts. Even communicate with them directly, but if she is unwilling.." she said after a long moment, and I nodded understanding.'Ceridwen?' I called to her gently, within my mind, but it was met with only hollow, empty silence. "I don't think she.." I began to explain, pausing as Mathilde pursed her lips and nodded, as though she'd fully expected the negative response. "What's wrong with her?" I asked, finding it impossible to keep a worried tremble from my voice, "Could she be hurt? The pois

I barely noticed the look of approval that was exchanged between the other three women, unable to tear my focus away from Saxon. I should have been angry. Hell, I should have furious, that he would try and take that decision away from me. And yet.. I couldn't be. All I felt in that moment was a pure, intense and unfathomable rush of love for him, and how hard he tried to protect me. My eyes welled up as they met his, and I could see all of his raw emotions in them. His love, his rage, his fear.. all of it, so intense and unbridled. But still, I shook my head. "I have to, Sax. I have to try," I said gently, yet stubbornly. I knew I couldn't give in, not to this. I needed to know. He shook his head and opened his mouth to argue, but Elyanna spoke first. "It is my abilities that might be able to remove this block from her mind, but Mathilde's might be able to reveal things.. in other ways," she said carefully, with a unreadable look exchanged with other elder women. "Is it safer?" Sa

My instincts were immediately to argue, to defend Mama, yet a glance from Saxon made me hesitate. She had lied. About a lot. Mostly to protect me, or at least I'd thought so, but there were many lies, all the same. "Three?" I repeated, a little shocked by that, and the two elder women nodded in unison. "But.. I don't remember.." I said, knowing that Lycans had developed memories much younger than that. Surely werewolves weren't so dissimilar? I'd always believed as a child that my later memory development was a human thing. But of course, that turned out to not be true, either. "Shouldn't I remember?" I asked, and Elyanna and Mathilde both nodded again. "Yes," Mathilde said gravely, shooting a pointed look at Elyanna, "You should remember.""Tilda," Elyanna said, a warning obvious in her tone, but Mathilde brushed it off, arguing. "Ely," she responded, mimicking both the familiarity and tone. "She needs to remember," she continued, though Elyanna shook her head in disagreement. "Wh

Laila and Saxon moved towards the doorway, but I hesitated, blinking in surprise. "Before the fall?" I repeated, confused, but Elyanna only motioned me inside again, with a polite, "If you would please, Luna Ava."I frowned, but followed the other inside, exchanging a glance with Saxon, though his look was unreadable. Looking around, I saw that Laila was right, they had made the cabin very cosy, especially for what would have been a dusty, disused building as recently as a week ago. It was now filled with unusual furniture, colourful blankets and tapestries, and a diverse array of candles, crystals, and trinkets, some of which seemed quite purposeful, while others seemed purely decorative. My curiosity-filled staring was interrupted by another woman entering from an inner room, carrying a tray of teacups, and a steaming teapot. She set them on a table in the centre, and seated herself on one of the couches, motioning for us to do the same. "Come, sit," she said, it sounding like ne

For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt Ceridwen suddenly stirring in the deep recesses of my mind, as though awakened by the sound of their names. Did the witches mean something to her? Did she somehow remember the witches themselves? It might be possible, I guessed, not knowing a whole lot about our inner beasts before our coming of age revealed them, but her cool and distant silence gave nothing away. Still, I felt her watching, listening, waiting.. for something. I realised it was the first time I'd felt her presence since Reagan's poison had begun to take effect.I drew a deep breath, and nodded gratefully in acceptance of Laila's offer. "Yes, thank you. There's much I'd like to ask them," I answered, and Laila gave a sympathetic smile, "I hope they will have the answers, and closure, that you're hoping for," she said. 'Do you remember them?' I tried to ask Ceridwen, but she only retreated back into the darkest parts of my mind, her presence imperceptible once aga

I woke late the following day, so late that by the time I made it downstairs, breakfast was long done with, and lunch almost ready. I yawned sleepily as I headed to the large window that separated the kitchens from the dining hall, and peered through, looking for Marta. She popped up almost immediately, placing some heavily laden sandwich platters on the window's counter, jumping slightly in surprise at finding me there waiting. "Oh, goodness!" she said, sounding flustered, "You startled me, Ava, but gosh it's good to see you, dear." She smiled warmly as she looked me up, down, and allover. "And to see you looking so well, we were all so worried," she continued, pausing briefly to turn and give orders to a few rushed-looking Omegas in the kitchens behind her. "Here, help an old lady out," she said as she turned back to me and pushed the platters over, "Take these out to the tables, and come back for more. I'll make up a special one for your table," she added with a wink and a warm

One year and six months later:The bunker had provided exactly what they'd sought, though its origins were still shrouded in mystery.They'd been able to set up something of a home here, secure and well defended. Lukas had been able to reverse engineer the phone they'd taken from Craig, and not only been able to use its new technology, but also trace the last few members that posed a significant threat, along with the last of their munitions.He'd also been able to send lengthy transcripts and history to several other news networks not yet taken over by Newscience, who were more than eager to break the story of his other, shadier organisation, and its links to his other businesses and donation recipients. The story had rocked the country, with many politicians' and business' involvement being publicly exposed. Newscience had collapsed, along with many underground smuggling networks, with enough of an impact to make any who might fill the void feel more than a little wary. They heard

He felt her rush of emotion as she uttered the word, and he smiled wide, taking her hand and placing the ring on her finger. She blushed brightly, and he could feel his own cheeks flushing a little, and pulled her down beside him, wrapping her in his arms as he kissed her deeply. His own rush of emotion only got stronger, and he let it overwhelm him, knowing she'd feel just how deep his love was for her. And he felt hers too, overwhelming her as she returned his kiss, softly and tenderly, and for a long moment it was as though only the two of them existed, wrapped up in each other's deep feeling of love. When they finally moved apart, she was smiling wide at him, still blushing, but happy. So happy. He felt that too, within himself, despite everything, and he never wanted to be without it again. Or without her. "I love you," she whispered softly, and he touched his nose gently to hers, "I love you," he responded, and her face brightened even more. He kissed her again, and they lost

Ash returned his kiss with a sense of wonder, feeling that incredible rush of darkness, and now everything from him. Only that everything from him was everything from her, too, and the arousal they both felt was spiralled upwards again, more intense than ever. She suddenly felt an all encompassing need for him, and clamped her muscles tight around him, drawing her hips back slowly. He gasped, breaking their kiss, and she moved her hands, placing them on the tree trunk behind her to support herself as she began moving her hips back and forth, using her muscles in time with them. He swore under his breath and began thrusting in time with her, burying his head in the curve of her neck again as he moaned in intense pleasure. She did the same, feeling her own pleasure being heightened by his, as his was by her own, climbing higher and higher. His thrusts grew harder and rougher, as his gaze turned more intense, and she moved her hands to around his neck, holding herself up and letting hi

Jason stared wide-eyed at the large concrete structure. This was a lot more than just a bunker, he realised, and wondered if it was truly abandoned. He squatted low, motioning for Ashallia to do the same, and crept closer slowly, keeping his eyes and ears alert for any kind of activity. Yet it all seemed still, and he wondered who would ever build something like this, and then just leave it. It looked advanced for the time it must have been here, too. Jack looked to have been in his 50s, at least, and he'd said it had been here at least that long. It was incredibly strange, but it could also be incredibly useful, especially with the tunnels he mentioned. He pulled out his phone, lifting it up to snap a picture, and sent it to the others. Even then there was no movement, and he exchanged a look with Ash, who looked as confused as he did. "Who do you think built it?" she asked softly, her voice barely audible, and he shrugged. "I have no idea," he said, feeling absolutely perplexed, "

Ash froze as she turned and saw the second man with a crossbow, and reached out for Jason. He turned, and she heard him sigh deeply as the stranger stepped closer, keeping his crossbow aimed at them. He seemed unable to decide who to focus it in though, shifting between them two of them, looking tense, and at least a little bit afraid. "Jack," he called out suddenly, with a thick northern accent, "I've got 'em over 'ere," he said, lowering his voice as he spoke to the two of them instead. "How many more o' ye are there?" he asked, and Jason sighed again. "Just the two of us, for now," he said, as he slowly moved in front of Ash, putting her between him and the large tree. "The fuck ye mean, 'for now'?" another voice asked, coming around from behind the tree, where the first shooter had been. Jason shrugged, looking far too casual, though she could sense his tension through their connection, and assumed it was deliberate. "More are coming," he said calmly, "but we mean no harm. Just

Jason pulled her into an embrace again, kissing her deeply, letting her feel all of his desire for her. It had been too long, he needed her, and he could feel her need for him too. It only made it even harder to control his own. He sighed deeply as he pulled away from her a moment later, feeling Lukas coming quickly towards them through the shadows. She could feel it too, he knew, though he still felt her mild disappointment as he broke the kiss. They needed to find somewhere alone, and soon. He gave her an affectionate smile, and she returned it, her cheeks looking flushed with arousal. Lukas moved into their shadow a moment later, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the two of them. "Hope I'm not interrupting," he said with a grin, only making her cheeks turn a darker shade of pink. Jason smiled, shaking his head at his brother, amused, "Not yet," he said, making Ash's eyes widen. He took her hand then, and turned to Lukas, "We'll go further on foot, if you'll wait for the others h